It's woman's day here in Vietnam (and elsewhere) and perhaps the only day of the year, women are acknowledged. I am here to change that. I revel in teaching my wee lass students to make a fist and yell "I am a girl!" while pumping the air. It's important they know just how vital they are in the inner and outer workings of people, things and whatnots. After buying some materials to construct new clothing for my sweaty body, because I am a girl, I was given a sparkly bouquet of roses from a strange blushing man. I am now covered in twinkle, which is sort of fitting because I am about to partake in a space dance routine.