Beware the Ides of March. As Dee or Emma so kindly pointed out yesterday, the Ides of March was actually on the 13th because the calendar of Caesar's days was different, and the months only had 25 or 26 days or something. But whatever. The only person all day who guessed that I was wearing leaves on my head NOT because of St Patrick's Day but because "this is the day Julius Caesar died" was, ironically, Mr Liverio, football coach and weightlifter extraordinaire. I'll bet even the illustrious Amy wouldn't have known right off the bat. I kind of like him though. He's funny. I did not object, however, when Mrs Foote in her brilliance called me a "princesa de las hojas," princess of the leaves, and did not have time to object when Mista O asked if I was a wench.