Tonto, jump on it
That song has been going through my head all day. Now, if you know it, it'll be in your head too.
Mwahahahahaha, suckas.
I really need to get a better internal stereo. I try putting in requests to my brain but it never listens, and usually comes up with its own playlist of winners. Hence the nugget of aforementioned musical gold.
Please enjoy the rest of this blog, which has nothing to do with anything.
Today, seventh period, seventh grade Humanities, in the library doing research for a project, a voice comes across the computer lab at top volume: "MRS. ERIN WHAT'S A CONCUBINE?"
Oh dear.
Today staff chapel, to quote some classic literature, sucked to my assmar. I shouldn't have such a bad attitude about something, particularly when said something is technically worship time. Today was just irritating, though. We got a 30-minute lecture on why we should donate to the Sunshine Club, the organization that gives gifts and money to staff members who have weddings, deaths in the family, birthdays, births, etc.
Last year we got really sporadic, last-minute reminders to pay, and the oh-so-slightly psychotic person in charge of collecting money from the expatriates took it as a personal attack if we didn't have the cash onhand that very second. We'd say we'd go to the ATM later and she'd respond with a hostile, "No. Forget it. You don't HAVE to pay money to the Sunshine Club. You don't HAVE to participate and help."
Cheese and rice, woman, I didn't say I didn't want to pay! I'm absolutely going to give money to this cause! It's just that, scientifically speaking, I can't poop money so you'll have to wait until I get to an ATM! Merry friggin' sunshine, indeed.
Sunshine-by-force aside, things are pretty good here. Our new headmaster is nothing short of fantastic thus far and I love my classes. My two bunches of seventh graders are adorable. Humanities and drama are going to be so much fun! My eighth and 10th grade English classes are great, too. They're all kids I taught last year and couldn't wait to teach again.
My ninth grade English class is a bunch of good kids, too, but I'm going to have to work hard to break them of last year's habits: they got away with doing little work and handing in no homework all year so they aren't too thrilled about that not being the status quo in Mrs. Erin's class. Once they get used to it, though, we'll be just fine. I think that in a year's time, when we're doing God knows what in our new hometown- the lovely, scenic St. Louis-we'll be able to look back at what was overall a wonderful three years here.
Right now, though, I'm enjoying getting back into the swing of things and counting down the time until our first long weekend, during which we will spend five fabulous days at the beach doing...nothing.
Hooray, beach!
Mwahahahahaha, suckas.
I really need to get a better internal stereo. I try putting in requests to my brain but it never listens, and usually comes up with its own playlist of winners. Hence the nugget of aforementioned musical gold.
Please enjoy the rest of this blog, which has nothing to do with anything.
Today, seventh period, seventh grade Humanities, in the library doing research for a project, a voice comes across the computer lab at top volume: "MRS. ERIN WHAT'S A CONCUBINE?"
Oh dear.
Today staff chapel, to quote some classic literature, sucked to my assmar. I shouldn't have such a bad attitude about something, particularly when said something is technically worship time. Today was just irritating, though. We got a 30-minute lecture on why we should donate to the Sunshine Club, the organization that gives gifts and money to staff members who have weddings, deaths in the family, birthdays, births, etc.
Last year we got really sporadic, last-minute reminders to pay, and the oh-so-slightly psychotic person in charge of collecting money from the expatriates took it as a personal attack if we didn't have the cash onhand that very second. We'd say we'd go to the ATM later and she'd respond with a hostile, "No. Forget it. You don't HAVE to pay money to the Sunshine Club. You don't HAVE to participate and help."
Cheese and rice, woman, I didn't say I didn't want to pay! I'm absolutely going to give money to this cause! It's just that, scientifically speaking, I can't poop money so you'll have to wait until I get to an ATM! Merry friggin' sunshine, indeed.
Sunshine-by-force aside, things are pretty good here. Our new headmaster is nothing short of fantastic thus far and I love my classes. My two bunches of seventh graders are adorable. Humanities and drama are going to be so much fun! My eighth and 10th grade English classes are great, too. They're all kids I taught last year and couldn't wait to teach again.
My ninth grade English class is a bunch of good kids, too, but I'm going to have to work hard to break them of last year's habits: they got away with doing little work and handing in no homework all year so they aren't too thrilled about that not being the status quo in Mrs. Erin's class. Once they get used to it, though, we'll be just fine. I think that in a year's time, when we're doing God knows what in our new hometown- the lovely, scenic St. Louis-we'll be able to look back at what was overall a wonderful three years here.
Right now, though, I'm enjoying getting back into the swing of things and counting down the time until our first long weekend, during which we will spend five fabulous days at the beach doing...nothing.
Hooray, beach!
posted by Erin @ 7:20 AM
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