It happens a lot.
I have been teaching for four days now after taking a three year break from the classroom. I am a weensy bit rusty and may have given out some wrong answers here and there, stalled for time by giving a lengthy writing exercise, and let class out early because it was my fourth hour on my feet and my throat hurt. Wah wah wah. It's a 41 hour teaching schedule, plus planning and transportation (teaching at 2 locations), so I'm working about 50 hours and I am still homeless and trying to find the tastiest and cheapest restaurants that won't give me diarrhea. It's a tall order.
My boyfriend is sleeping in, reading books, walking around the town to find the best coffee shops, and taking a jewelry making class from a craftsman down the street from our hostel. Yeah.
On the plus side, a lot of my students have a great sense of humor. I have one kid in my morning class, he's 18 and sullen as all get out. He hulks into the room tucked into his own shoulders, looking like Frankenstein and wrapped in giant headphones blasting heavy metal that I can hear. He doodles skulls and demons in his English notebook with captions like "Welcome to the Hell." When we discuss, as a class, what we're going to do for the rest of the day (closing activity), he often tells me something horrific like about how he's going to go home and beat his cat, show it who is the boss. Most of the students call me "Miss" - pronounced "Meees" - which I like a lot. They also all think I'm 25, which I LOVE a lot. Now I feel even more confident than ever about stocking up on $100 face creams. Yes, that was plural. Don't you judge me.
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