So the semester wouldn't be complete without me looking like an idiot at least once. Oh wait that's me every class, fortunately my students enjoy me looking like an idiot so there is usually a lot of laughing and joviality (not a word). Yesterday I was not so lucky.
Let me set the scene- It was HOT. Like 95 degrees and 90 % humidity, so you are practically swimming. I don't know what it was in particular abouy yesterday but I was sweating more than I have ever sweat. I'm talking gallons, I'm talking the sweat has seeped through my entire shirt, I'm talking my entire body was slick and moist as an gulf oil spill. I'm talking the bra I have worn all semester that is literally disentegrating and has collected all my chest sweat every single day and then fermented, is radiating the most rancid odors from the heat and newest liter of sweat. It was a struggle, I must say.
Anyways, this was my third class of the day, and I was so dehydrated I was lightheaded, and my brain struggled to form thoughts. Fortunately I recalled the basic structure of my lesson plan and we went ahead as planned. Part of the lesson required them to copy a paragraph and I was walking around the class making sure every one was doing this. Near the back of the class, I round a desk corner and somehow my dasterdly shoe gets caught in the foot of a chair. And kinda got like really stuck. And I almost fell over. And the classroom was so silent you could hear a pin drop so the scraping of the chair and my scuffling feet, and my utterance of the word "JESUS" as I struggled to save myself from the floor was emphasized tenfold. And I hadn't taught this class in a few weeks and they clearly felt shy around me so as this happenned, they all turned around and stared at me uncomfortably and then returned to their copying. It was a truly awkward experience I must say!
The end.
Let me set the scene- It was HOT. Like 95 degrees and 90 % humidity, so you are practically swimming. I don't know what it was in particular abouy yesterday but I was sweating more than I have ever sweat. I'm talking gallons, I'm talking the sweat has seeped through my entire shirt, I'm talking my entire body was slick and moist as an gulf oil spill. I'm talking the bra I have worn all semester that is literally disentegrating and has collected all my chest sweat every single day and then fermented, is radiating the most rancid odors from the heat and newest liter of sweat. It was a struggle, I must say.
Anyways, this was my third class of the day, and I was so dehydrated I was lightheaded, and my brain struggled to form thoughts. Fortunately I recalled the basic structure of my lesson plan and we went ahead as planned. Part of the lesson required them to copy a paragraph and I was walking around the class making sure every one was doing this. Near the back of the class, I round a desk corner and somehow my dasterdly shoe gets caught in the foot of a chair. And kinda got like really stuck. And I almost fell over. And the classroom was so silent you could hear a pin drop so the scraping of the chair and my scuffling feet, and my utterance of the word "JESUS" as I struggled to save myself from the floor was emphasized tenfold. And I hadn't taught this class in a few weeks and they clearly felt shy around me so as this happenned, they all turned around and stared at me uncomfortably and then returned to their copying. It was a truly awkward experience I must say!
The end.
Hi Nina!
ReplyDeleteI stumbled upon your blog and I'm actually leaving in May to teach English in Kalasin with CIEE (also living at Lucky Mansion). Is there any way you wouldn't mind answering a few questions?
Thank you so much!
Emily