13

Today marks 13 weeks since my departure in August. Just saying.

I feel so loved by my students. They give me really great hugs (the 7/8 year olds that is). I appreciate them for it. In one of my friday classes (11/12 years old), there are three boys that like to cause some trouble and they get off task easily. They are smart though, and they ALWAYS show up to class half an hour early! So I hang out with them and they talk to me. I adore it.

I had a very candid conversation with one of my adult students last week. She nailed Polish men to a tee - traditional. They like their Polish food, their beer, watching TV/sports and going to the pub. No travel. Very simple. I have noticed this about some of the men I have met here/teach/work with. If that's the case, a Polish man is not for me!

There are no laws here about pooping and scooping. This shocks me.

Last night I watched Lost in Translation, and at times felt I could relate. I then dreamt that I got engaged to a guy that I met in Japan. Perhaps this will be my next teaching destination.

I think as an English teacher I should be teaching "dreamed" rather than "dreamt", but I prefer the latter. I am learning so much about the English language while teaching it. There are so many crazy rules. I am grateful that it is my native language. I can't imagine trying to learn it. And unfortunately sometimes when the students ask "why?" I have to answer, "because that's the way it is!" So many exceptions. Bah!

There are some juicy plot lines in some of the texts I use for the adult classes. And by juicy I mean boy-meets-girl...will they end up together? Haha I find myself flipping through the units to find out!

Random, I know. Happy Sunday.