Toujours ici, en larmes, en souris (not the mouse kind)

Good news: While other counselors were engaged in catty jealous backstabbery vis a vis my choice of language with 11 year olds (too much anglais!) I was discussing Berkeley and philosophy with notre chef. I was chatting with the CLV old bloods. I was rockstarring bigmoney luncheons in the kitchen.
"Need my help?"
Of course they did. And of course I did. And of course it was approved by core staff/the chef. Ladies and gents, you have to get up early in the morning to pull that on me. Just so you know.
It's almost time to go braid hair. I have 11 heads at my disposal, and they all want cute hair.

Onward! Pagan hairstylists!