Shortly after we came here, I asked Daiva if it would be possible for me to visit a preschool or school so I could learn about how things are done here. I didn't hear anything until 2-3 weeks ago when she said that the logopedists wanted me to come to their meeting and talk with them about services in the US, especially with autistic children. I thought that would be fun, sort of casual, etc. and have been working on what I would talk about, etc. Then today while I was out at school, at the mall and having my hair cut and dyed, I got an email asking what equipment I wanted for Friday and saying that 60 people have registered. Less than 200,000 people live here. How many speech therapists do they have in preschools? Del called me to ask me if I wanted him to email them back and what to say. Tomorrow morning, I guess he will teach me to power point, and tonight I have been expanding my remarks. I only wanted to see the cute little children, you know? I'm guessing they believe the anyone who comes 50 miles to talk is an expert myth. Or they need continuing education credit for the year.
By the way, I am very much afraid that I am going to come home a platinum blonde. It keeps getting shorter and blonder. Oh, well, what to do, what to do, as Daiva says.
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