I have been stressed and worried. I have been wandering around school in a haze all day, except when snapped out of it by outrage at my spring-crazy students.
Sitting in the staff room, I heard Balint suddenly ask one of the other teachers if Saturday would be a work day. She replied that it would. Balint caught my eye, then asked, "Do you know...?"
"Yes." I cut him off with a smile.
A startled blink. "Why don't we just speak Hungarian? Since you understand everything?"
I deferred, and acted modest, and danced a happy I-am-awesome dance to myself.