If I knew how to work Excel I might graph my posting dates; charting the bell curve of mood driven slumps and creative humps against the ever stretching blogging timeline. And so now, chartless, I can only imagine lying uninspired in that familiar torpid valley.
This entry has no anecdotes or creative recollections, just a few facts and updates.
It will not become a trend.
I am officially on for a vacation in the Phillipines from April 29- May 6. I`m lucky enough to be tagging along with a couple far more organized than myself. They`re nice, British and well-traveled. We have two cottages on the beach which sounds too quaint to be true but gets karmically righted by an overnight stay in Manilla which is carry-a-gun dangerous. We`ll be staying the one night there at Chez L`airport which boasts a spacious dining area and a plastic seat bedding option. The flight and cottage cost about 1k total but apparently the day to day expenses are cheap there. It`s expensive. There`s a survivors guilt on spending so much on a vacation while other Americans are struggling in a very real way with their families. This is what I am traveling for though so...(insert moral rationalization).
That`s the big update. The stone causing waves in my still pond of daily teaching.
Though, I`d like to wrap up with a rare, teaching highlight.
- A desk, four chairs and a wide window along both walls of a corner room. Naoko is in her 20`s, shy, attractive, dressed in a dark blue suit the color of rumbling clouds outside. Across from her is a teacher, Nate. He is in his 20`s.-
`What did you do this weekend Naoko?`
`I went with family to south Japan.`
`My family...`
`Ah so desu, I went with MY family to south Japan.`
`Cool, what did you do?`
`We went shopping, sightseeing and we saw a show?`
`So, who all went with you?`
`...?`
`Who did you go with?`
`Ah, my mother, my father and my brother.`
`Oh really, what show did you see?`
`We saw a dogfight.`
Beat.
`Like two dogs fighting.`
`Yes.`
`Isn`t that illegal?`
`...?`
`Isn`t that... bad?`
`Oh yes, it was scary.`
`How did you see a dogfight?`
`They are very popular in places.`
`Oh. Could you please open your book to page 17 and read the title at the top.`
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Sweet sparkly Jesus. Between the night in Manila and dogfighting, your Mom's gonna have a stroke. I better break out a bottle of wine now.
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