So
I meant to use this time here at the office (while all the other teachers in the entire town are off having a meeting) to make up some lesson plans for elementary, but they have the Internet here, so... What can I do? I also waste entirely too much time yapping with my coworkers. If I didn't speak Japanese, I wouldn't be in this mess! Damn it all to hell.
I'm also in a semi-bad mood and bad moods are not conducive to making up games for little kids. Well, okay, I'm not really a bad mood as much as I'm frustrated and on the brink of being angry. Don't misread me here, though. I'm not really mad. I understand why they have to do this to me, but at the same time I wish they would lighten up. Grrrr.
I'm talking about my all-important trip home in June. I want to go home on June 4th so I can see my little brother graduate from high school the next day. It's really important to me and I know it's important to Adam as well. But, as of now, the chances of me being able to come for it are not looking good.
That's because, as my supervisor took me outside and gave me cocoa as she explained, the week I want to leave is a huge test week. They need me for slave labor (my words) for the testing: the reading, the listening, and the writing portion. They have tapes recorded for the thing, but will they use them? Noooo... they need a real, live body there to stop and exaggerate the words that the kids seem to not be understanding. It's all a bunch of bull, really.
Ann: Japan's tape recorder.
Boo to that. Just boo.
I'm still trying to wiggle my way out of it somehow. My supervisor knows how important to me, so I'm going to play her sympathy as much as morally possible. I'm also going to talk to my prefectual adviser and see what he says about the situation. At the very least, he'll be able to give some words of encouragement. I'll even make him mediate the situation if it comes to that.
This decision has come at a really bad time, too, as my next break is in March, so it's already too late to buy a plane ticket. I'd have to buy it as soon as possible and I just don't have the money right now. So, the next time I'll be able to get a flight is for Christmas. Goody. So if four months seemed like an eternity before, what is eleven? Triple eternity?
Buuuuuut there's always the Internet. Thank God for the Internet. I can talk to Adam that morning and that night (as long as I get up early enough.) And there are always the pictures. I'm sure everyone will be flashing away. I'm staying optimistic, here, people!
And who knows? Maybe it'll all just work out.
This is me being optimistic!
Boo.
I'm also in a semi-bad mood and bad moods are not conducive to making up games for little kids. Well, okay, I'm not really a bad mood as much as I'm frustrated and on the brink of being angry. Don't misread me here, though. I'm not really mad. I understand why they have to do this to me, but at the same time I wish they would lighten up. Grrrr.
I'm talking about my all-important trip home in June. I want to go home on June 4th so I can see my little brother graduate from high school the next day. It's really important to me and I know it's important to Adam as well. But, as of now, the chances of me being able to come for it are not looking good.
That's because, as my supervisor took me outside and gave me cocoa as she explained, the week I want to leave is a huge test week. They need me for slave labor (my words) for the testing: the reading, the listening, and the writing portion. They have tapes recorded for the thing, but will they use them? Noooo... they need a real, live body there to stop and exaggerate the words that the kids seem to not be understanding. It's all a bunch of bull, really.
Ann: Japan's tape recorder.
Boo to that. Just boo.
I'm still trying to wiggle my way out of it somehow. My supervisor knows how important to me, so I'm going to play her sympathy as much as morally possible. I'm also going to talk to my prefectual adviser and see what he says about the situation. At the very least, he'll be able to give some words of encouragement. I'll even make him mediate the situation if it comes to that.
This decision has come at a really bad time, too, as my next break is in March, so it's already too late to buy a plane ticket. I'd have to buy it as soon as possible and I just don't have the money right now. So, the next time I'll be able to get a flight is for Christmas. Goody. So if four months seemed like an eternity before, what is eleven? Triple eternity?
Buuuuuut there's always the Internet. Thank God for the Internet. I can talk to Adam that morning and that night (as long as I get up early enough.) And there are always the pictures. I'm sure everyone will be flashing away. I'm staying optimistic, here, people!
And who knows? Maybe it'll all just work out.
This is me being optimistic!
Boo.