so obvious

clearly, something is going on with me. i'm watching mad hot ballroom. and just now, i almost, ALMOST started crying. they're...they're just so BEAUTIFUL. these children DANCING...ok.
time of the month? yeah, maybe.
which reminds me of a story... yesterday, during my off hour, i had to run to the grocery store for a package of products, as i was out, yes yes. so, i'm rushing back into the school just as the kids start to swarm out of the school. i'm carrying my pretty, green package in my see-through plastic bag over my left arm and the little boys passing me are sort of eyeing it warily. at least, i think they're looking. and, i make it up the stairs, into my classroom, plop the thing on my desk, lean over to open a drawer, and then there's Giovanni at the door. no time to hide. He runs straight to my desk and stands in front of the package i'm unwrapping. "Miss!" he yells. (Why do they always yell that word? It's as if the word "Miss" cannot be spoken, as if to simply say it in a normal tone of voice would cause the word to lose its original meaning.)
"Yes," i say, before he can ask his question, "Ms. Tang was out."
"What?" his eyes refocus, "Miss? I didn't even notice."
"Really?" i ask.
"Really," he says, and then he asks his question. But, as he is walking out, he turns around and adds, "Besides, it's just natural, Miss."
true story. he said this, which leaves me just so SCHOOLED by a high school BOY. The boys i knew in high school covered their ears and sang, "lalalalalalalalalalalalalala" at the very mention of menses. my younger sister has this story about how she chased a boy around a football field with a pad in her hands. and he screamed bloody murder the entire way. but this kid, "Ah MISS (always a yell). It's just natural."
i so need to meet this kid's mother. what did she put in his cereal?