Remember the blow-up mattress, well I was still sleeping on it, well not actually sleeping because the pain I had in my side had blown out so bad that I was struggling to sit or lie down comfortably. On Friday I woke up late, basically because I had spent most of the night trying to find a position that didn’t hurt, and I drove very fast in to the County office.  Well the meeting wasn’t there, instead it was at one of the High Schools instead, err so I did what any experienced professional would do and that was to panic.  This necessitated my morphing into Ayrton Senna and I drove my F1 Ferrari open wheeler to the meeting at Dominion High School, raced there actually.  I still arrived there late by one hour, but hey, no one even noticed my tardiness, I could’ve walked, and still no one would’ve noticed probably. They had all the stuffed shirt speeches of course, the kind that are made by the Principals of sponsoring companies and superintendants of districts, you know, that have nothing to do with teaching, but still we have to sit through it. I was flipping through the program they had for us at the door, can you imagine, they actually had a program for this thing? Well anyway, after all the speeches, it was the turn of the multi-national teachers to have a say. We were asked to stand up together all over the auditorium and in turn say our name aloud and then the country we came from.  Well that sounded easy enough, and so it started, Hoolio de la Santa Maria Garcia de Gracias, Haimi Vargas, and I comm from Mehicoh.  Well that’s what it sounded like to me, and I thought that name would take up the whole blackboard, hope it’s a long one.  The name naming continued until it came around to the Aussie teachers, and that is when I wanted to shrivel up a bit.  I don’t know if that’s what Australians sound like to foreigners all the time but I was determined that I was not going to say, as everyone had done before me, ‘straia’.  I figured that I did not come from a South Pacific Island called ‘Straia’, but I come from Australia.  So when it came to my turn to speak I proclaimed in a loud voice, “Enzo Silvestri, Orstralia,” and I made sure I pronounced each syllable properly. The fact that the Nuns at Primary school would have been extremely proud of me, made no never mind, as y’awl would say, because all the Aussies turned and looked at me as if to say “What the @#$%?”