Yidian xinku
The Chinese above = possibly butchered. (Supposed to mean “A little busy/hardworking.”)
Today’s one of those days in which I planned it out this morning, in 45-minute increments. 5 periods. Lesson prep during my breaks. Home for dinner quickly, then back to school for an hour (hour and a half?) of phone calls from freshmen. Ai yo… I had a terrible class being blown off by Class 3. It was like magazine reading, cell phoning time, chatting out loud with friends time, like I wasn’t even there. So I threw my hands up and tried to teach them the “zh” sound in “pleasure.”
So many things I haven’t done yet. Good teacher stuff. Plan “how-to” speeches for my froshies. Plan a pizza making party for some. Go to Feng Laoshi’s house. Email Sharry. Email millions of friends from home. Set up tutoring with Petrel. And all I want to do is go to Palm Springs Coffee and read A Thousand Acres….
Geez Louise, I need to send thank you notes that are seven months overdue.
Julie Bender, a CEEer from Chongqing who’s our pastoral care person, is coming to see Eunice and I this weekend. Making paper flowers with some class 3 girlies on Friday, movie at Eunice’s. Church English class Sunday and church. Spend time with the neglected host family and compadres. Sometime study the neglected Chinese…
On a completely unrelated note, last night, Hugh, Eunice, and I sang “My Guy” at the Foreign Language Department annual program, in front of hundreds of people. My friend Chen Fang was one of six MCs (who also included Murry, Star Lee, and my students Onion and Elaine). But my student Joan, who sang and did a comedy thing as a Sichuan farmer woman, was the star of the night.
I’m running on adrenaline but not sleep-deprived. I hate being busy.
Tags: China, Sichuan, Teaching, Travel
Christina
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