Dozey

Yesterday was just one of those days. I turned up for school late (but 15min early for my first class, which wasn't to bad) but fortunately the director, for reasons beknowest only unto himself, did not arrive until a couple of hours later. After teaching the first lesson, I almost forgot my second class, thinking that I had a break ,which in fact was not for another 40 min. ITS THAT TIME OF THE MONTH but there is no way you are going to get away with that if you are teaching. There have been days when I have felt miserable (due to arguing with someone or whatever), tired, ill or all three, and although I cannot disguise the last two, the teachers sometimes find it hard to believe that I am miserable. But, given their Enlglish language level, I cannot express to them that I put on an act for the sake of the kids, seeing as I am centre of attention, and its professional to do so anyway. I just put on a brave face and get on with it. I tend to find that towards the end of the day, I am so fired up with adrenaline, that I end up in a better mood than when I arrived anyway.

The kids in 2 of my classes amused me yesterday. In fact, never a day goes by when at least one class does something to make me smile. I was going through describing people with my 4AB class (10 year olds), and I asked them (for pure amusement) if I was old. The girls assured me that I am young, after asking me how old I am but but the boys insisted (in Korean) that I was a little old (to them, I probably am). In my 5D class I was going through a story book and working on pronounciation. One girl kept on substituting "breezy" for 'crazy'. I just made her repeat after me over and over until she got bored and said 'breezy' instead. She then informed me that I am breezy. Her friend then insisted that I am beautiful (she tells me this everytime she sees me, bless her). The day before, I was getting my 7/8 year olds to act out their new vocab. According to one little boy,the words reading, writing, jumping, singing, colouring etc is to be accompanied with a machine gun. Swear to god, I give up. Sometimes, it can be so hard to keep a straight face to discipline them when you find what they are doing funny. Today I will be getting the teenagers, and I am actually looking forward to it.

This morning the door bell went while I was in the shower. I checked the monitor on my intercom, and not recognising the man at the door, I did not answer it. The doorbell went twice more, and checking again, I noticed the man had a large package in his hand. I jumped for joy when I realised that it was my walking boots, ran to the door not caring that I was naked save for a towel and opened it. There was no way that I was going to let the man leave a note in Korean telling me to pick the parcel up from god-knows-where. The man blushed when he saw me, and gingerly handed me the parcel and his hand held digital thingy for me to sign the screen.
When he left, I tore open the box, relieved to find that it was boots afterall, just not my walking boots. But that doesn't matter. They fit me, and that is good enough for me.