Pily's Party (12/16)

My partner in crime (meaning the other fourth grade teacher) demanded my presence at her house for a party. She literally told me I didn't have a choice, I was to attend. (Period!) Now, Pily is a spicely lady. She is definitely Chilean, and I am definitely not. (For example, she told me the party was at 8pm, but I asked her what time she wanted me to ring her doorbell and she said 9pm.) It has been a truly interesting year (good and bad) and I don't regret a thing. There were 9 Lincoln teachers there. We drank a little alcohol, ate some, talked and laughed a lot. I get the impression that they will always think of me as a cute gringito in all of my ways. In the end, I think they feel as good about the year as I do. I think I passed.