And neither are any of my students. This is success in anyone’s book, right? Except maybe Death’s… he’s not doing his job if people aren’t dying.
But my job is not death; my job is teaching small Taiwanese children English, and I think it was pretty successful. The first class went quite smoothly in spite of Gigi’s best efforts in the beginning, and I think I managed her well by ignoring a lot of what she did unless it involved answering my questions. She came around in the middle of the class I think, so that should be an enjoyable group. My second class was a little older, and I think I verged on boring them to death toward the end, but in my defense, I had to teach who and whom so… that is hard for native speakers to do properly. On the bright side, I think that class mostly liked me, since I tried very hard to amuse them with my inability to remember their names. Also, I’m reasonably certain one boy in the front row has a crush on me. His name, according to the class? Poo-poo king. Yes.
Then I got a scooter ride home and found there was pizza, beer, and company! My boss/roommate/landlord invited over some other NSTs and we had a nice sit-and-eat-and-chat. Good day, despite the on-and-off stomach nerves from waking to 4:39pm. The earthquake was a good start to the day, I guess!
