Can I has some ranch dressings?
Work's starting to get in the way of Japanese soccer games and I truly wish we as countries weren't separated by 11 solid hours.
Tomorrow Japan plays Argentina in the Kirin Cup. KIIIIRIIIIN! Ah, I always say it just like the commercial. Anyway, they play at like, 7:00 am. I will be on my way to work before kickoff. They played Guatemala a month ago at like, 6:30 and not only was I able to watch the first uh, 10 minutes of the game -- I was checking the scoreboard on my cell phone the entire time I was on the road. Probably nearly caused more than a few accidents that morning. Since this starts a bit later than the other, I cannot watch or check scores since I awesomely crashed my car a week ago. It would just look BAD. And Japan is completely shunned by Fox Soccer (tho they show Gambare! J-League every week... WTF) so I've got a zero percent chance of having a good day tomorrow. Regardless if they win or not.
Japan plays again on Tuesday against South Korea for the hell of it. SK is the only other remotely talented Asian soccer team in existence. Park Ji Sung is great. And I'm too lazy to look up the start time of that game but who gives a SHIT -- I'll either be working or heading to work. In the dark. Sobbing quietly to myself. Actually, I was planning on taking off one of these days, but I've been sick twice this year (both, ironically on Fridays) so I'd feel really terrible if my excuse was because a JAPANESE NATIONAL SAKKA GAME was on. Really, coming in late after the game would be admirable on my end, but I don't think you can fill out a sick form for an international friendly.
Work in general is starting to rub me the wrong way. It could be that my teacher is not ... herself; I suppose that would be the term for it. But I find myself at various times of the day reminding myself that I do still care for her and I really should stop wanting to get away like those credit card commercials. In my infinite psychological wisdom, I think I want change. Okay, teaching in Japan is a bit DRASTIC, but I've gotten bored. Sometimes I catch myself wanting to work with the other kindergarten teacher instead. Yeah it's hard to go to work when you dread the students, which I don't this year(!) but it's a thousand times harder when the only other adult you spend 7 solid hours a day with is constantly in a bad mood. Or whatever is going on with her.
My two little Spanish girls are smart. But they aren't nearly as smart as my teacher thinks. Which I found out the extremely hard way after monitoring a math test. The girls looked at me with total fear when they got their papers. Suddenly I was thrown into translator/teacher mode and no amount of English could they decipher, which is unusual because they know a little. Explaining every direction to every problem was one thing, but trying to direct them to solve a multiple step problem all in Spanish was near impossible. We conquered the monstrous no. 8 in fifteen minutes... and I'm pretty sure the one girl STILL doesn't understand we were taking one colored block away in each step. I told my teacher today, flat out, that they do not know nearly as much as she thinks and that I've got to start working with the girls every day, especially with math. She said I should, but cannot take them out of class during instruction time. I'd be the interpreter... so I wouldn't be working with them on learning Spanish to English, I'd simply be TELLING them what the teacher would be explaining to the class. OKAY. SURE, NO, THAT'S BRILLIANT. I'M NOT GOING TO BE AROUND FOREVER TO TRANSLATE THEIR SCHOOLING FOR THEM! Matame. Rapidamente, por favor.
God, I suddenly want to call off tomorrow. Or for the next week. Or until my teacher's mood changes for the better. Or MOVE TO JAPAN. Anything, really I'd welcome a serious change at the moment. At least this weekend should be pretty relaxing. J-League games that start at either 12 or 2 am (which is PHENOMENAL... I can totally do those times, instead of the frightening 5 am games) and it's going to be warmer, so I'll be spending a lot of time at the park for sure. Maybe I'll bring Lexi.
The Reds didn't even get a hit in their first playoff game. See? I knew we'd be utter failures. Again, WIN. JUST. ONE. GAME.
Tomorrow Japan plays Argentina in the Kirin Cup. KIIIIRIIIIN! Ah, I always say it just like the commercial. Anyway, they play at like, 7:00 am. I will be on my way to work before kickoff. They played Guatemala a month ago at like, 6:30 and not only was I able to watch the first uh, 10 minutes of the game -- I was checking the scoreboard on my cell phone the entire time I was on the road. Probably nearly caused more than a few accidents that morning. Since this starts a bit later than the other, I cannot watch or check scores since I awesomely crashed my car a week ago. It would just look BAD. And Japan is completely shunned by Fox Soccer (tho they show Gambare! J-League every week... WTF) so I've got a zero percent chance of having a good day tomorrow. Regardless if they win or not.
Japan plays again on Tuesday against South Korea for the hell of it. SK is the only other remotely talented Asian soccer team in existence. Park Ji Sung is great. And I'm too lazy to look up the start time of that game but who gives a SHIT -- I'll either be working or heading to work. In the dark. Sobbing quietly to myself. Actually, I was planning on taking off one of these days, but I've been sick twice this year (both, ironically on Fridays) so I'd feel really terrible if my excuse was because a JAPANESE NATIONAL SAKKA GAME was on. Really, coming in late after the game would be admirable on my end, but I don't think you can fill out a sick form for an international friendly.
Work in general is starting to rub me the wrong way. It could be that my teacher is not ... herself; I suppose that would be the term for it. But I find myself at various times of the day reminding myself that I do still care for her and I really should stop wanting to get away like those credit card commercials. In my infinite psychological wisdom, I think I want change. Okay, teaching in Japan is a bit DRASTIC, but I've gotten bored. Sometimes I catch myself wanting to work with the other kindergarten teacher instead. Yeah it's hard to go to work when you dread the students, which I don't this year(!) but it's a thousand times harder when the only other adult you spend 7 solid hours a day with is constantly in a bad mood. Or whatever is going on with her.
My two little Spanish girls are smart. But they aren't nearly as smart as my teacher thinks. Which I found out the extremely hard way after monitoring a math test. The girls looked at me with total fear when they got their papers. Suddenly I was thrown into translator/teacher mode and no amount of English could they decipher, which is unusual because they know a little. Explaining every direction to every problem was one thing, but trying to direct them to solve a multiple step problem all in Spanish was near impossible. We conquered the monstrous no. 8 in fifteen minutes... and I'm pretty sure the one girl STILL doesn't understand we were taking one colored block away in each step. I told my teacher today, flat out, that they do not know nearly as much as she thinks and that I've got to start working with the girls every day, especially with math. She said I should, but cannot take them out of class during instruction time. I'd be the interpreter... so I wouldn't be working with them on learning Spanish to English, I'd simply be TELLING them what the teacher would be explaining to the class. OKAY. SURE, NO, THAT'S BRILLIANT. I'M NOT GOING TO BE AROUND FOREVER TO TRANSLATE THEIR SCHOOLING FOR THEM! Matame. Rapidamente, por favor.
God, I suddenly want to call off tomorrow. Or for the next week. Or until my teacher's mood changes for the better. Or MOVE TO JAPAN. Anything, really I'd welcome a serious change at the moment. At least this weekend should be pretty relaxing. J-League games that start at either 12 or 2 am (which is PHENOMENAL... I can totally do those times, instead of the frightening 5 am games) and it's going to be warmer, so I'll be spending a lot of time at the park for sure. Maybe I'll bring Lexi.
The Reds didn't even get a hit in their first playoff game. See? I knew we'd be utter failures. Again, WIN. JUST. ONE. GAME.