Ha-ha, I am the winner. It's just before quarter past eleven and I've nothing to do. Well, except for changing the sheets on my bed because right now there is nothing, I mean there are tons of clean and dirty clothes (mixed), course books, but nothing to sleep in. I don't like sleeping these days, anyway. It's about 30 degrees here because of the automated heating system that controls the temperature based on the living room, which is about the biggest and coldest room in the house, as opposed to my room, which is the smallest and hottest. Thank you whoever invented automated heating systems.
I have nothing and everything to write about. Right now I'm reading Teacher Man by Frank McCourt, and I often wonder about my own teaching experiences. Self-reflection they call it, man. I've been teaching for more than a year now and yesterday was the first time somebody offered to give me a lift. Middle-position managers in their forties are not that bad, after all. Yeah, all right, that A-named guy gave me some happy moments, too. On Tuesday I made some spicy Scandinavian-style cookies and took it to class to celebrate December 6, you know. And he said mmmhh in a way you know you've created something wonderful, and also asked for the recipe. Couple of lessons ago he asked how I manage to pay attention to so many things at the same time (you know, like ten people doing pairwork activities simultaneously), and wasn't I proud, man. Until the girl next to him explained that firstly I was a woman, secondly a teacher, which entails that paying attention is my job, so no big thing here, thank you. Speaking of which, I've been dreaming about him for two nights now, plus last night the actor Daniel Lapaine (who I saw in the mini-series 10th Kingdom, and who plays the sexy swimming champion in Muriel's Wedding) was also included. Aren't I lucky?
Good news is Santa brought the course books for 3 out of the 4 students who applied for it back in October. We love big companies, don't we?
My days are sort of hectic, I can tell you. Mornings I'm washing, cooking, practicing with the oboe, writing lesson plans, and doing my stahl.hu jobs, afternoons I teach and zigzag through the city. And eat something if I happen to have time. For example today I ate a half-dried cheese croissant before class and wasn't hungry when I got home, but now I certainly am, and don't know what to do. Should I eat or not? Who cares anyway? The way I live I'm sure every fitness guru and priest in the country would despise me.
Quote of the day (from McCourt, who cites Dylan Thomas): "A job is death without dignity." Did I mention I'm not gonna get my salary for one more week? 16 December and there you go last minute shopping, last minute hairdo, last minute whatever.
Good news is Dad is recovering. Doesn't have to get the infusion three times a day anymore. On Saturday I'll go and see.
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