I know I'll be alright, it's just overkill...
-When I got home from school tonight I put on my pajamas and pledged them my eternal love and devotion. I love you, pajamas. I will never leave you.
-This accreditation process, which was decided upon by an outside entity that knows virtually nothing about our school aside from the fact that it owns our souls and makes all of our major decisions, is…it’s every single swear word a person can possibly imagine. Even if they don’t make sense, just string them together in your head and you’ll get the idea.
-I’m sick. I’ve been sick since about the third week of school. It hasn’t ever really gone away, despite me drinking gallons of water and swallowing my weight in vitamins and cold medicine…which, as one of the minions from HR pointed out not so politely, is a lot of vitamins and cold medicine. (I’ve deduced that they think they can get away with treating people like this because they possess the dark gift of immortality. The cloven hooves gave it away.)
-Culture shock is a weird thing. It has all these complex layers--yes, like an onion or a parfait, Donkey--and even after two years it continues to surprise me, and WHAM! Without warning I’m back to square one and reduced to a sobbing mess, or feeling a thousand steps ahead and madly in love with this place. I think, in some ways, culture shock isn’t something that can really be explained or understood until it’s experienced. Even after two years, it's still a force to be reckoned with. Currently, I'm erring on the sobbing mess side. Here's to hoping that doesn't last.
-There were ponies at school today. Ponies!
-A student asked me what the word "castrate" meant today. That was a fun conversation.
-The title of this blog is from a Colin Hay (originally Men at Work) song. It's good. You should listen to Colin Hay.
-This accreditation process, which was decided upon by an outside entity that knows virtually nothing about our school aside from the fact that it owns our souls and makes all of our major decisions, is…it’s every single swear word a person can possibly imagine. Even if they don’t make sense, just string them together in your head and you’ll get the idea.
-I’m sick. I’ve been sick since about the third week of school. It hasn’t ever really gone away, despite me drinking gallons of water and swallowing my weight in vitamins and cold medicine…which, as one of the minions from HR pointed out not so politely, is a lot of vitamins and cold medicine. (I’ve deduced that they think they can get away with treating people like this because they possess the dark gift of immortality. The cloven hooves gave it away.)
-Culture shock is a weird thing. It has all these complex layers--yes, like an onion or a parfait, Donkey--and even after two years it continues to surprise me, and WHAM! Without warning I’m back to square one and reduced to a sobbing mess, or feeling a thousand steps ahead and madly in love with this place. I think, in some ways, culture shock isn’t something that can really be explained or understood until it’s experienced. Even after two years, it's still a force to be reckoned with. Currently, I'm erring on the sobbing mess side. Here's to hoping that doesn't last.
-There were ponies at school today. Ponies!
-A student asked me what the word "castrate" meant today. That was a fun conversation.
-The title of this blog is from a Colin Hay (originally Men at Work) song. It's good. You should listen to Colin Hay.
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