Never Been More Thrilled

Soooo the teaching situation. Well I just stopped coming when they asked me. Turns out, Shelby got to start teaching on Thursday in the primary school so I rightfully think, hey, I probably start teaching today too! I get ready for the first time in years, literal years, although I honestly didn't get ready; but I looked relatively presentable in an effort to perhaps butter them up into giving me some classes.

After about an hour of trophying (it's become a straight up verb now, the way I sit in an office simply WAITING), they finally attempt to give me a schedule. Oh, wrong schedule? Another hour of trophying passes. FINALLY, I have a schedule.

I start teaching on Monday.

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!

You need, come to school this afternoon and tomorrow for familiarize yourself with school.

Um, no way, English teacher who doesn't speak English.

I was actually getting sick, so I blamed the fact that I would not come to the school on an illness. I'm not gonna trophy myself for six hours a day when I've already spent about 15 hours familiarizing myself with the students and some junior high dance concert choreography. I went home and spent the next four days being legitimately sick with a sore throat, fever, cough, the works. So that was fun (spoiler alert: but it wasn't).

Monday rolls around. I get ALL ready again (comparatively?) and head over to the school for my 8:05 class. I sit in the office for fifteen minutes. The clock ticks on. OH sorry. You don't teach first hour because the students are coming back from break over the weekend. Okay, so, when do I teach? Second hour. Okay. 

Spongebob narrator voice: One hour laterrrr.

Okay, I show you your class room?

We go to the classroom and I am sooo stoked. I finally get to start teaching these kids who I've grown to love even though I don't know a thing about them. I open up my picture slideshow and start talking. Things are going really well! I get through some dance pictures and then some travel pictures and then ----

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Who should it be, but the administrative head teacher from the floor above?

The English teacher rushes out of the classroom to go speak with him.

She comes back in and grabs my arm and says, You don't teach this class anymore. We go now.

WAAATTT???

There's no way in heck I'm skipping out on your whim. But I have to, apparently. So I squeeze in about 7 more pictures out of spite until she shoos me out of the classroom. You are kiddin' ME. I LOOKED LIKE A FOOOOL OUT THERE.

We go back to the trophy showcase and I demand an explanation from the woman who teaches Chines-ish instead of English, or even Engrish. As expected, she sits me in a chair and tells me to wait while the other teachers unabashedly check me out for fifteen minutes. 

Continuing.

She tells me that I might teach the next period. But I might not. But I might teach in the afternoon. But I might not.

Woman. Which. Is. It. I tell her I need to know EXACTLY when I teach.

One hour laterrrr.

Oh, I talk to head teacher he say you have no class this week.

This.... week?

Yes, no class entire week. You teach maybe Monday.

Here's the deal. I can't say I've ever lost my temper in my entire life. I brush things off pretty darn easy. So when I say I was livid, it doesn't mean I had steam fuming from my ears and was throwing a tantrum like a two-year old. But it does mean that I walked home from that school thinking way-too-many swearwords paired with some hypothetical/very un-Christlike scenarios.

Given fifteen minutes sitting on my couch staring at the wall, though, I was over it. I complained to my parentals for a solid hour, but I mean, I've come to accept the fact that they simply won't tell me anything. And that they'll probably never have me teach. It's almost hilarious, really. It does kind of suck because I can't really leave the apartment alone because I'm a girl and I'm not entirely sure my keychain pepper spray would work on Asians, and also Shelby's in the apartment and our city is big enough/small enough that it's not safe to go out after dark, but I'm finding things to do. I actually learned the Elvish alphabet last night, which was probably the most exciting accomplishment of the nineteen years I've been on this earth. 

Yeah, I probably sent this to most of you already. I've just never been more thrilled. Just my name in Elvish.

Our shower is such a tease. We had hot water for a total of five minutes. When Shelby's out of the shower we're heading out to go get some lunch! Oh the food here. Oh the fact that I'm actually losing weight, despite the fact that the food's amazing. Never been more thrilled, like I said.