Dodging the Law

My first day working at the market was yesterday and I honestly don't know if I am going to work there again. Not because I didn't like it, not because I was fired, but because the cops came by while I was there! Yes, one of Monica's customers heard my accent and actually went straight to the local police department to tell them an American was working in the market!! (Talk about uppity bourgeois.) Monica is technically supposed to declare her employees but she never has for Marjerie or her other French friend, a man who works with her. And, of course, no one ever said anything about them. The police came after about two hours and I had to step out of the truck to be interviewed.
"Is she paying you?" I was asked by the very large French policeman.
???What do I say??? I wondered wildy.
"Umm, I'm not sure," I stalled. "I think so, but I don't know for sure if she is or how much it is..."
Monica told me later that I should say no; that I am only in the market because I am curious and wanted to help her out a little.
I am totally dodging the law here in France! And this is the reason why I don't know if I'm going back to the market; because the people (ahem, one person) protest. Monica didn't even pay me for my three hours work. But that was so she could honestly say that I didn't receive payment when she goes to her business counseling summons on Monday, and then she can give me a "gift" later for that amount.
The work itself was easy enough. After about half an hour I had learned all of the names for the Cambodian food; which was good because there was almost a constant line of customers all morning! Monica really does need help in there so I hope this works out in the end.
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School has been pretty fun so far too. French teachers do not smile at all in class, which I can't stop doing, and they are very harsh to the students, which I can't start doing. So I have basically become the English-speaking pal of every kid out there. They crowd around me at recess saying, "Laura, comment dit-on cheval en anglais? Comment dit-on école en anglais?"
And I say, "horse," or "school," or whatever else it may be. Then they all laugh and run off screaming, "horse! horse!"
In class I read them books and ask them what English words they hear. Or we go over autumn words with worksheets. Or play games with numbers, days, months, etc. I have quite a few songs up my sleeve too, though I doubt they'll remember them all. Mainly, I want English class to be something that everyone, including me, looks forward to. I took French for so long because it was just so much fun and I want the students to look at English the same way.