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But I’ve been busy. A couple weeks ago my school asked me if I’d be interested in teaching after school classes at a different school. I hesitated, but it pays really well. I had to decide within the hour of them telling me and then leave for an interview. Got the job, and of course they told me I needed to start in 10 minutes (though they swore before hand I wouldn’t have to). Terrible time, not told what to do, how it was taught previously, and I was teaching grammar while reading what I was supposed to be teaching.
I work 8 hours extra a week, and get back around 6:45 as opposed to 5:00. Because I leave early for this I now have little to no time to lesson plan with my co-teacher for my regular classes. Plus, I have to write a separate lesson plan for each of those 8 extra. Also, I have to have grades for all my students for writing and grammar, as well as comments for each kid in one of the classes, by Wednesday. I know nothing about them, not even their names, and their grades are now based off of how well they answered about 10 one word answers while I looked over their shoulders. Completely arbitrary.
Extremely wore out right now, but this should pay for most of our trip come February. More interesting posts from me should be coming shortly.
A Korean, an Irishman, and a German walk into a kitchen, though none of them can cook. What do they make, you ask? My lunch today. A smorgasbord of heavenly delights, such as: rice (Korean), potatoes in a clear broth with seaweed (Irish, K), some sort of cross between Irish bacon & corned beef (I), and kimchi (spicy cabbage) that tasted of sauerkraut (German, K). Thank God I am sick, or I would have had no excuse not to eat it.
In my classes the students were allowed to pick an English name because there is no way I would remember their real name. Because of this I actually yell on a daily basis things like (names in bold):
l “Fire! Dog! Class is up front.
l “Superman and Human, please close your books!”
l “Wake up Dorito”
l “PC Room and Randy Johnson, please sit down”
l “Pain and Power Ranger, stop talking!”
l “Better Cruiser, give Sun Chip his eraser”
l “Musician, can you ask Yoshi ‘How are you doing?’”
l “Kareem (I named him), what’s #2?”
l “Yes, Cherry and Sickly, you can go to the bathroom.”
l “Terminator, turn around!”
l “Tank, stop!”
l “Mario, can you ask White Mario ‘How was your weekend?’”