It can be annoying sometimes that I often think of some really good topic to blog about, but then, me being me and not a small, off-duty Czechoslavakian traffic warden, I find myself easily distracted by the millions of things I want to do, don’t want to do and endlessly annoy myself with, so that when I come to sit down and write a blog topics vanish like an elusive Scottish gargoyle spewing insults at passing adventurers. No amount of obscure similies will save us from another boring blog entry.
Anyway, I should have blogged yesterday as it was my last day ever in the bad school. I’m not completely free because I didn’t have quite enough money to pay for my lunches, so I have to go back at a later date just to hand that in. I don’t mind too much because that doesn’t involve even seeing the English teachers unless they happen to be in the office at the time.
In all, it was a nice experience. I was very tired and sleepy. The weather was still hot but it had rained all day Thursday so it wasn’t humid anymore (a pleasure that lasted until this afternoon) and I was driven by the Friday feeling and the knowledge of my imminent departure. However, I was sad about leaving some of the students behind. I was lucky in that I got to teach a class with most of my favourites in it that day and at lunch I went to the class with the hot teacher who also happens to have all the first graders I like. I had the best lunch ever. The kids were all making jokes and we were having play gunfights over our meals. I felt bad at one point because I was so tired and focussed on stirring my rice that I completely missed Cherry trying to say “Hello” to me. But I came to my senses.
I had a lot of free time that day too. I spent most of it writing this pointless article on the British summer and its traditions for the oft ignored noticeboard. I spent another part of it writing a letter to the teacher who will replace me (because even if I stay here next year, I am not going to go back to that school again). I gave them some advice as to what to expect from the students, the school and the teachers. I got everything across I wanted to say but it wasn’t as mean as I thought it would be. The thought occurred to me while writing that if it was mean, I might really scare a new teacher and I’ve already hired a young priest and an old priest to shake water at those feelings. So it would just have been spiteful, but I was honest; which is mean enough.
Today, I have been so tired. It has been extra draining this week to cope with the usual workload and the heat. However, after the usual cleaning of the flat I went out and got my haircut again. Should help keep the forehead cool. It’s really nice having haircut here. For one, because the barber speaks another language they don’t try to make pointless conversation with me all the time. Secondly, for the same price as a trim, I get a trim, a shave and a shampoo. It was the first time I had the shave there and the first time I have had a proper Sweeney Todd style shave (only without the crimson flow for afters). Still, it was a little unnerving. They tilted the chair right back, put a hot towel over my face and then this woman turned up specially for the task and she set to work very quickly. The shampoo is nice I don’t know why, but there is something very relaxing about getting wet in a public place. I can’t put a finger on why.
Oh, and since I started going on about this here, for those who are interested, the Girl of My Dreams got back to me and was very kind. We’re seeing how things go because we both want to take it slow. Watch this space.... or maybe, the new space each entry. If you keep staring at this blog entry it won’t magically change. Or maybe it will, I have never tried. Let me know okay?
