Fairfax Collegiate Summer Program

My summer employment has begun- and abruptly ended. It turns out topiary horticulture requires a lot more skill than I had previously thought. I figured using a lawnmower qualified me as moderate-to-experienced in the lawncare field, but No. They were looking for people with a degree in dendrology who had experience working in a barbershop. Fail. So instead I got a job as a teacher at a summer academic program. It's not a summer camp (I am often reminded), and it's definitely not summer school. It's a summer program with all the elements of summer camp and all the academics of a summer school. It's called Fairfax Collegiate Summer Program. I teach the following classes: Intro to Algebra, Math for 5-6 graders, SAT preparation, and Intro to Geometry. So far we've established that I look like James from Big Time Rush on Nickelodeon (Google Image it to give your opinion, if for some reason, you don't watch Nickelodeon like the rest of us) and that I don't know how to divide decimals by hand. Try and try as I might, I can't figure out how these kids are dividing decimals by hand. I have to flit my calculator out to find the answers after yelling 'Look over there! It's Selena Gomez reading Harry Potter with her Polly Pocket!' It's the only way I can sneak in a few hits on my TI-89. I even asked a student, slyly (that's an adjective, not the student's name, Her name was Clyly), to explain how they got their answer (because I had not the foggiest idea). Clyly explained to the whole class how she did her math, and despite every other 11 year old understanding, I was lost. Anyway, besides my new doppelganger status and inability to work with decimals work is going well. We've only had one 911 call in two weeks, and I think my kids learned at least one fact in our two weeks together. Today I started a new session and was not approached by any angry parents so I think I'm going to make it through.