Well, nothing really new here at S.C.H, except that Mr. Schmidt finally got a package that was sent like three months ago. A quick tip, if you want to send anything to Haiti, don't send in in a package! Send it with a person on an airplane as luggage or something. This package was a MESS. I won't torture you with the details, but it had been opened, and most of the stuff in it was ruined. It was really kind of sad. Oh well.
Miss Betty seems to think that the world revolves around her. It is obvious that she's never been disciplined till she came here. A good example is mealtimes, when she always trys very hard to eat her bib. We can't feed her while her bib is in her mouth, and we eventually had to start flicking her on the hand. She's getting better now, but until yesterday, whenever she was flicked (or sometimes (to borrow Jo's words) "if someone cast a look upon her" that she didn't like) she would open her mouth and give a yell that sounded like she was saying "Oooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!" It a