Monday, September 27, 2004
I got an email from Germany the other day. My old penpal Christin is complaining about how she has just discovered how superficial her girlfriends are and how jaded and pissed off she feels. She's upset that whenever she finally decides to trust people most still do not pass when the friendships are put to the test. I say, find new friends, or just decide whether you have the time for these people!
In other news... in the Wu Fong department, it turns out that the Chinese teacher who passed off the blame for the pencil-stabbing incident onto me, according to other sources, is actually known to be a bad teacher or something (she's got to be better than me though) and was previously deemed to be dodgy and altogether questionable! I still swear I had their attention the whole time. Before class the other day she waited till right before to tell me what I was supposed to teach, therefore allowing me a total of four seconds to do any preparation for it, and then she tried to give me this serious-sounding guidance, telling me that I have to become close to the kids like the other guy is (who has been there for a year or so). Right... She must be super close with them if they are stabbing each other during her classes... In fact I hit it off with them on the first day and I think she's pulling a load of crap out of her ass just to put me in my perceived place. But before all this happened, Robert pulled out his guitar and started playing Wonderwall and the two of us gave everyone an exclusive performance of the Two Foreigners singing an old song. They dug it. The school has never had two whities teaching there at the same time.
At the kindy we're teaching them the parts of the body so to suck up big time I forked out for a stupid book about eyes and ears and lots of coloured cardboard and made a bunch of body parts, all in about 15 minutes. The kids didn't really dig it though and thought the eyes were like a monster's eyes, and the body had no neck, which turned out to be quite a setback, but it earned me good brownie/guanxi points with the bosses and the teachers.
Our building had a moon festival BBQ and I'm sounding pretty cynical and awful here but I signed up for it hoping to take advantage of the oppurtunity to solicit private English lessons out of my neighbours like a hooker at a bar. It didn't work but I got free food. Oh listen to me it's all about money now, boo hoo. Well, it is. If god floated down from the sky and told me that it was my destiny to be a professional English teacher for the rest of my life then I would probably take it slightly more seriously and be a little more sincere about it but dude, frankly, I want money.
Poetry Corner
It's no good to be
self-righteous
but I might jus'
continue.
Supplementary whining:
It turns out that a friend has liked me for the past year, and because I apparently had his name on me, none of his friends were permitted to flirt with me, even though it was clear that I was not interested in him, until his girlfriend (second best?) finally decided to come to Taiwan, and it was my responsibility NOT to consider being attracted to any of his friends so that he wouldn't be jealous. Right. He was still at it even when he knew his girlfriend was coming. If all the guys I had ever liked were too scared of making me jealous no-one in the world would be flirting with each other right now.
¶ 18:32
In other news... in the Wu Fong department, it turns out that the Chinese teacher who passed off the blame for the pencil-stabbing incident onto me, according to other sources, is actually known to be a bad teacher or something (she's got to be better than me though) and was previously deemed to be dodgy and altogether questionable! I still swear I had their attention the whole time. Before class the other day she waited till right before to tell me what I was supposed to teach, therefore allowing me a total of four seconds to do any preparation for it, and then she tried to give me this serious-sounding guidance, telling me that I have to become close to the kids like the other guy is (who has been there for a year or so). Right... She must be super close with them if they are stabbing each other during her classes... In fact I hit it off with them on the first day and I think she's pulling a load of crap out of her ass just to put me in my perceived place. But before all this happened, Robert pulled out his guitar and started playing Wonderwall and the two of us gave everyone an exclusive performance of the Two Foreigners singing an old song. They dug it. The school has never had two whities teaching there at the same time.
At the kindy we're teaching them the parts of the body so to suck up big time I forked out for a stupid book about eyes and ears and lots of coloured cardboard and made a bunch of body parts, all in about 15 minutes. The kids didn't really dig it though and thought the eyes were like a monster's eyes, and the body had no neck, which turned out to be quite a setback, but it earned me good brownie/guanxi points with the bosses and the teachers.
Our building had a moon festival BBQ and I'm sounding pretty cynical and awful here but I signed up for it hoping to take advantage of the oppurtunity to solicit private English lessons out of my neighbours like a hooker at a bar. It didn't work but I got free food. Oh listen to me it's all about money now, boo hoo. Well, it is. If god floated down from the sky and told me that it was my destiny to be a professional English teacher for the rest of my life then I would probably take it slightly more seriously and be a little more sincere about it but dude, frankly, I want money.
Poetry Corner
It's no good to be
self-righteous
but I might jus'
continue.
Supplementary whining:
It turns out that a friend has liked me for the past year, and because I apparently had his name on me, none of his friends were permitted to flirt with me, even though it was clear that I was not interested in him, until his girlfriend (second best?) finally decided to come to Taiwan, and it was my responsibility NOT to consider being attracted to any of his friends so that he wouldn't be jealous. Right. He was still at it even when he knew his girlfriend was coming. If all the guys I had ever liked were too scared of making me jealous no-one in the world would be flirting with each other right now.
¶ 18:32
