After my beautiful blog-inspiring morning yesterday, I decided to take the last 20 minutes of my lunch break to read a little bit. Sounds nice, but I'm reading the last Harry Potter book. 20 minutes later I walked back to work sad and slightly angry and J.K. for putting Harry through so much. He's only 17!
Once at work the first thing I noticed was big, handwritten sheet that said "Let's clean the walls and carpets!!!" Underneath we were all assigned a room to clean, and I noticed that my name was misspelled. You would think that after 6 months of working in a place it would be known by all the faculty (all 6 of them) that my name is not Lear. It is also, though this is not related to yesterday, not Rear or Dia, which are common mistakes.
Anyway, my classes went by quickly enough, and at the end of the day I teach Soshi, an 8 year-old biligual student who recently moved back to Japan from San Francisco. He's wonderful; we spend the first five minutes of class playing baseball with flyswatters and bean bags and the rest of the time joking around in English. Halfway through the lesson he looks up and goes, "You have holes in your ears!" (Ear piercing is really uncommon in Japan) He continues looking at me and follows with "And you changed your hairstyle!" (I haven't had time to make it to the hairdresser recently!) "And why is your hair gold and brown and black?" (Once again....)
"You look bad."
Thank you, Soshi. Tonight's homework will be twelve pages.
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