And I still get laughed at, but it doesn't bother me.
Today, the following occurred.
1) I taught my last lesson of full immersion. Tomorrow is my closing interview with my sponsor teachers and my professor in which we all share our reports.
I have in my possession thank-you cards and some e-mails in my school district inbox from students telling me that they love me, they miss me, and that they think I'll make a great teacher.
IN RELATED NEWS, I AM A GIANT SUCK.
2) y_draig_goch and I determined this morning after having watched 'Boondock Saints 2: All Saints Day', a drink called "Hot Irish Twins In A Box" would be the best thing ever. As far as we can see, it would contain whiskey, Bushmills, Guinness, and a splash of Mint Baileys.
(The mix needs refining, we know. Give us time. This is going to be the first thing we drink once I get the medical okay for alcohol, and we want it to be delicious.)
I also need to write up a short lesson plan for y_draig_goch that demonstrates using Conner and Murphy MacManus in a box is a perfectly valid, pedagogically sound way in which to review cultural geography. BECAUSE IT IS, DAMMIT. And if anyone here does express interest, I will share the plan once I've scribbled it out.
3) I had oral surgery this afternoon. A gum graft, to be precise. This means a chunk of the roof of my mouth was removed to be sewn into my gums around one of my canines, as the gums there had receded back enough to reveal the root of the tooth.
My dentist explained that once the freezing wears off, (which it's in the midst of doing right now) it's going to hurt in the manner of a very bad burn. Constantly. For about a week.
He also prescribed me T3s to deal with it.
I love my dentist.
My plan is to go pop a T3 as the dentist's description of the sensation is proving particularly apt, make sure I have all my gear together for tomorrow, and crash out hard.
Therefore:
a) Wish me luck at the closing interview tomorrow.
b) Goodnight, good flist. Sleep well, or have a lovely day. Whatever your time zone calls for.
1) I taught my last lesson of full immersion. Tomorrow is my closing interview with my sponsor teachers and my professor in which we all share our reports.
I have in my possession thank-you cards and some e-mails in my school district inbox from students telling me that they love me, they miss me, and that they think I'll make a great teacher.
IN RELATED NEWS, I AM A GIANT SUCK.
2) y_draig_goch and I determined this morning after having watched 'Boondock Saints 2: All Saints Day', a drink called "Hot Irish Twins In A Box" would be the best thing ever. As far as we can see, it would contain whiskey, Bushmills, Guinness, and a splash of Mint Baileys.
(The mix needs refining, we know. Give us time. This is going to be the first thing we drink once I get the medical okay for alcohol, and we want it to be delicious.)
I also need to write up a short lesson plan for y_draig_goch that demonstrates using Conner and Murphy MacManus in a box is a perfectly valid, pedagogically sound way in which to review cultural geography. BECAUSE IT IS, DAMMIT. And if anyone here does express interest, I will share the plan once I've scribbled it out.
3) I had oral surgery this afternoon. A gum graft, to be precise. This means a chunk of the roof of my mouth was removed to be sewn into my gums around one of my canines, as the gums there had receded back enough to reveal the root of the tooth.
My dentist explained that once the freezing wears off, (which it's in the midst of doing right now) it's going to hurt in the manner of a very bad burn. Constantly. For about a week.
He also prescribed me T3s to deal with it.
I love my dentist.
My plan is to go pop a T3 as the dentist's description of the sensation is proving particularly apt, make sure I have all my gear together for tomorrow, and crash out hard.
Therefore:
a) Wish me luck at the closing interview tomorrow.
b) Goodnight, good flist. Sleep well, or have a lovely day. Whatever your time zone calls for.