It’s Wednesday, and the school is in full preparation for an "Ideal School" competition. I thought this competition had already taken place, earlier in the month there was a huge build for this visit from a Lampang Supervisor. Turns out there are stages that a school must go through to be elligible. The first is a spot check, all of the presentations prepared by each class are seen, and each is critiqued by the supervisor. Then weeks later (after I thought we were long past done with the Ideal School) another supervisor comes to check for progress. Finally as you pass check after check, the Committee comes. I like to think this Committee will come in a huge caravan of black sedans and each will be a different nationality. Maybe even a giant ceremony will be held in their honor. Probably not. Although they've been building up for that day since The Expedition Team left last month.
When this preparation is going on I have no clue whats going to happen. Sometimes we have classes. Most times we don't. Sometimes they sing a song in the morning (the "Ideal School" song, it's in English) but on the days they don't, I have no warning. This requires some quick thinking on my part. Am I preparing a lesson plan for an hour or 20 minutes, or the better question do I even have to be in the classroom right now? I play it safe normally and hang out in the English room, which is where I am now. Today feels like its just beginning, and by looking at the history of my "post 2 pm" days it could be. Yesterday I did laundry, cleaned the house. I was in the mood for industry but some how I took a 2 and a half hour nap, when I woke up it was dinner. huh? That could happen today, we'll see.
I'm approaching the final pages of my first journal. My entire journey up to this point is written down somewhere in there. Like the time I came home to 2 half naked guys who were all hyped up because they killed a giant bug with a sword. And the time when I taught 7 riled up 5th graders math, I did the best I could. There are times like now, where I was feeling sentimental and philosophical or times like August 8th (I was no near that).
The first words of my Journal are "...and we're off..." what the last ones will be I can’t say. Maybe something about today. Arworn tryed to give me money for deodorant, I said I had some...Then I took the hint. I woke up 15 minutes before I sat up, then there was another lost 20 before I slipped off my bed. Breakfast was a rice soup, lunch was noodles, and dinner looks like it'll be Kao Soy. Earlier I recieved a call that was only the sound of walking and chickens (It was an unknown number). Now I'm still in this English room. Wait, who turned off my fan?
When this preparation is going on I have no clue whats going to happen. Sometimes we have classes. Most times we don't. Sometimes they sing a song in the morning (the "Ideal School" song, it's in English) but on the days they don't, I have no warning. This requires some quick thinking on my part. Am I preparing a lesson plan for an hour or 20 minutes, or the better question do I even have to be in the classroom right now? I play it safe normally and hang out in the English room, which is where I am now. Today feels like its just beginning, and by looking at the history of my "post 2 pm" days it could be. Yesterday I did laundry, cleaned the house. I was in the mood for industry but some how I took a 2 and a half hour nap, when I woke up it was dinner. huh? That could happen today, we'll see.
I'm approaching the final pages of my first journal. My entire journey up to this point is written down somewhere in there. Like the time I came home to 2 half naked guys who were all hyped up because they killed a giant bug with a sword. And the time when I taught 7 riled up 5th graders math, I did the best I could. There are times like now, where I was feeling sentimental and philosophical or times like August 8th (I was no near that).
The first words of my Journal are "...and we're off..." what the last ones will be I can’t say. Maybe something about today. Arworn tryed to give me money for deodorant, I said I had some...Then I took the hint. I woke up 15 minutes before I sat up, then there was another lost 20 before I slipped off my bed. Breakfast was a rice soup, lunch was noodles, and dinner looks like it'll be Kao Soy. Earlier I recieved a call that was only the sound of walking and chickens (It was an unknown number). Now I'm still in this English room. Wait, who turned off my fan?
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