rust
Sunday, August 24th, 2008I’m trying my best not to feel too down.
I’m not sure whether it’s the rain, the grey skies, or perhaps the passing of indistinct days.
I feel sad.
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Changes
Friday, August 22nd, 2008The energy changed this week as I had made the decision to move most of the remaining students in my beginner conversation class to the next level.
With some of my students having already left to go home, the class has become a different class, and I’ve seen my remaining original students improve drastically, save for one.
Feast
Saturday, August 16th, 2008
"You are Russe!?" I exclaimed, as Amar glanced at me with uncertainty. The girl behind the coffee counter backstepped at my exclamation.
"But A-mar! Russian women are beautiful, non?" I gestured in exaggerated shrug.
The barista smiled, and waited patiently as I ... [Continue reading this entry]
At home
Sunday, August 3rd, 2008
It's the long weekend.
I forgot we had those.
The high pressure that's been coming down on me has had me concerned for myself, but otherwise the work has been rewarding. For now, I was content to just shake off the ... [Continue reading this entry]
Fork
Friday, August 1st, 2008
"I want a fork."
The girls glared at us in disbelief and started laughing. Ammar didn't get it, and I was wincing. At least I had something to talk about when I taught pronunciation.
One of the biggest complaints I ... [Continue reading this entry]