Chapter 50: "TERMinal Illness"

Well, not terminal, considering it'll end one way or another in 3 months. But yes, this is the part of the show where I come out and tell you about my new classes. And they are big, let me tell you.

It's not all bad. I've realized that I will likely be teaching the Class of All Boys (no girl anymore) until I leave. When teach them I feel like I'm president of the funny farm, but I think I'll miss them when I go home. I mean, you kind of form a bond when you teach the same little boys five days a week, for a whole year. Hey, I'm just like a regular teacher!

I have two low-level classes, which may be lovely or terrible; the jury's still out. The lower one is full of adorable little kids, probably about 7 years old. They're cute, but it's a really hard class to teach, because I have to drag out the material to make sure it takes up the full term. The same with the other low-level class, which is a level about that one. I've taught those two books a couple times now, and really, some days it feels like I'm viciously beating a dead horse. Maybe this term I'll make up my own material in addition, just to give the kids something else to do.

I still have that class with those two nasty girls, although one is clearly nastier than the other. I was a little surprised when I walked into the classroom and they all acted so excited to see me...I thought the dislike was mutual. I also managed to get the Other Class of All Girls (and One Boy), which was a happy day for me and them. The bright side to this is that I'm teaching three classes the same material, all in a row. Boring, yes, but the book is a little difficult and full of material, so I'm never hemming and hawing while trying to decide what to do next in class. In fact, the book is so full of material that I don't have to give speaking tests!!! Oh glorious term!!

As with last term, a little rain fell on this term, figuratively and literally. Figuratively, because all the little antichrists are still in the Class of Little Antichrists, and they're ready as always to make me go prematurely gray. Or bald. Literally, because it's been raining almost every day since two Saturdays ago. It is raining as I type this. My laundry has been hanging wet from the humidity since Sunday.

That's about it. I should mention that I think my eyebrows are falling out. Not that anybody will notice, because my eyebrows are thick enough to be little wigs for my eyes ㅠ.ㅠ