Teaching again!

I taught four classes today; two 5th grade, two 6th grade.

The Milkman’s Sister drove us to the school, in her car full of Winney the Pooh (Pooh-san, if you’re Japanese), nearly getting us hit by a truck and then later parking in a manner that blocked the cars of 10 teachers. She lists driving as one of her hobbies. I’m beginning to think her constant errors, misspellings, incorrect use of clearly labeled trash cans, and driving style aren’t about carelessness, I think she’s a rural anarchist set to collapse the system…or that her sense of humor is more surreal than I originally imagined. Anarchist or Dadaist. Gotta be.

Whichever she is, she’s also a gossip hound. She was telling me of how one of our co-workers got to work at 6:30 this morning, and has been working on the weekends.
“He says everything is ok at home, but…”

True, I thought the same thing when she told me of his hours, but I didn’t comment. I can’t remember which co-worker this was, so I can’t recall if it’s the one she speculates is a closet case due to his effeminate nature and his love of making us all tea.

We arrived at the school and met my teammate for the day (who had dropped by city hall yesterday to discuss the lesson plan I’d written) and learned that the schedule had been changed from two classes to four. Booya! No downtime before lunch! (This is a good thing, I didn’t want downtime…I’ve had nothing but downtime.)

The class was pretty straight forward, it was all about me.

( Mememememe class me! )

Teaching again!

I taught four classes today; two 5th grade, two 6th grade.

The Milkman’s Sister drove us to the school, in her car full of Winney the Pooh (Pooh-san, if you’re Japanese), nearly getting us hit by a truck and then later parking in a manner that blocked the cars of 10 teachers. She lists driving as one of her hobbies. I’m beginning to think her constant errors, misspellings, incorrect use of clearly labeled trash cans, and driving style aren’t about carelessness, I think she’s a rural anarchist set to collapse the system…or that her sense of humor is more surreal than I originally imagined. Anarchist or Dadaist. Gotta be.

Whichever she is, she’s also a gossip hound. She was telling me of how one of our co-workers got to work at 6:30 this morning, and has been working on the weekends.
“He says everything is ok at home, but…”

True, I thought the same thing when she told me of his hours, but I didn’t comment. I can’t remember which co-worker this was, so I can’t recall if it’s the one she speculates is a closet case due to his effeminate nature and his love of making us all tea.

We arrived at the school and met my teammate for the day (who had dropped by city hall yesterday to discuss the lesson plan I’d written) and learned that the schedule had been changed from two classes to four. Booya! No downtime before lunch! (This is a good thing, I didn’t want downtime…I’ve had nothing but downtime.)

The class was pretty straight forward, it was all about me.

( Mememememe class me! )

Puppy Uppy

Tonight I’ll be taking the train down to Puppy’s new place for movies and pizza. In the time that I dated him, he and his sister had agreed to move back with family and play happy-family-all-together for a year or so (the fact that his father had had a stroke prompted part of this family together urge, as did time the siblings were studying abroad) so this will be the first Puppy place I’ll get to see. I’m curious to see Puppy Décor. My bet is heavy doses of IKEA. I gave him some housewarming gifts (drinking glasses, wine glasses, scented candles) when I saw him about a month ago. If things get late I’ll sleep on the new sofa bed. One of the amazing things about Puppy, beyond the boundless enthusiasm that earned him the name, is that when he said “you can sleep on the sofa bed” that’s exactly what he meant. He has his own bed. There is no seduction subtext.

I remember the first night I had him over to my place for food and movies after we discussed that we liked each other and were not seeing other people (it was a sweet conversation he initiated that went pretty much exactly like that) and the next weekend he came over to my place…

“ I wasn’t expecting that when you invited me for movies and food.”
“You’re not complaining, are you? I mean, I provided movies and food first!...”
“Not complaining!”

Me: Movies and food are code for “I’m gonna get you in my house….”
Him: Movies and food are code for “I’m a nice guy who is going to enjoy movies and food with you!”

I’m not complaining. Having a nice, clean, male friend I can relax with is a good thing. I sometimes wonder if my ex has been replaced by a asexual-podperson. It’s probably kinder and truer to say that his boundless enthusiasm makes him happy about all social interactions, even pizza and movies with an ex-girlfriend (which I think we can all agree isn’t the best social situation in the world, even if that girlfriend is me)….or, less kindly, to say that Amazon has broken him to the point that he treasures any time in the outside world.  

Don’t worry, I’m thankful to have him as a sometimes hanging-out buddy and I repay his boundless enthusiasm by never being stupid enough to talk about relationships before or after him. I suspect that he hasn’t dated since me, just because I know his work schedule hasn’t changed (movie night has been a month and a half in planning). If the topic ever comes up and it turns out he is dating but is spending one of his available-once-every-few-weeks evenings free with me…we’re gonna have to have another heart-to-heart about his boyfriend skills and priorities.

Puppy Uppy

Tonight I’ll be taking the train down to Puppy’s new place for movies and pizza. In the time that I dated him, he and his sister had agreed to move back with family and play happy-family-all-together for a year or so (the fact that his father had had a stroke prompted part of this family together urge, as did time the siblings were studying abroad) so this will be the first Puppy place I’ll get to see. I’m curious to see Puppy Décor. My bet is heavy doses of IKEA. I gave him some housewarming gifts (drinking glasses, wine glasses, scented candles) when I saw him about a month ago. If things get late I’ll sleep on the new sofa bed. One of the amazing things about Puppy, beyond the boundless enthusiasm that earned him the name, is that when he said “you can sleep on the sofa bed” that’s exactly what he meant. He has his own bed. There is no seduction subtext.

I remember the first night I had him over to my place for food and movies after we discussed that we liked each other and were not seeing other people (it was a sweet conversation he initiated that went pretty much exactly like that) and the next weekend he came over to my place…

“ I wasn’t expecting that when you invited me for movies and food.”
“You’re not complaining, are you? I mean, I provided movies and food first!...”
“Not complaining!”

Me: Movies and food are code for “I’m gonna get you in my house….”
Him: Movies and food are code for “I’m a nice guy who is going to enjoy movies and food with you!”

I’m not complaining. Having a nice, clean, male friend I can relax with is a good thing. I sometimes wonder if my ex has been replaced by a asexual-podperson. It’s probably kinder and truer to say that his boundless enthusiasm makes him happy about all social interactions, even pizza and movies with an ex-girlfriend (which I think we can all agree isn’t the best social situation in the world, even if that girlfriend is me)….or, less kindly, to say that Amazon has broken him to the point that he treasures any time in the outside world.  

Don’t worry, I’m thankful to have him as a sometimes hanging-out buddy and I repay his boundless enthusiasm by never being stupid enough to talk about relationships before or after him. I suspect that he hasn’t dated since me, just because I know his work schedule hasn’t changed (movie night has been a month and a half in planning). If the topic ever comes up and it turns out he is dating but is spending one of his available-once-every-few-weeks evenings free with me…we’re gonna have to have another heart-to-heart about his boyfriend skills and priorities.