I didn't have the greatest week. There's no need to worry about me--nothing went spectacularly wrong, it's just that nothing went spectacularly right, either. My life has been, well, meh.
But then yesterday a group of my tenth-grade students told me, while trying to translate nasi kucing, or, literally, "cat rice," that "We love to eat pussy rice, Miss," and I laughed so hard I cried. That pretty much made this whole week, if not this whole year, worthwhile.