I love Thursdays. They're sandwiched right in between my 2 rough days. On Thursdays I teach kindergarten for 3 hours in the morning, then have a 2 and a half hour lunch break, then teach to elementary reading classes in the afternoon and am finished before dinner time. That break is the perfect length - not too long to keep me putting around anxiously, but long enough to give me a breather. So I go sit in Dunkin' Donuts,or the likes thereof, with a cup of coffee, my ipod, and a notebook. I've managed to fill pages margin to margin with reflections and recounts, short stories, what ifs and what nots, poems, etc. I hope I can get it all organized in a descent amount of time and send it off somewhere.
Fridays, on the other hand, are brutal. I teach a full morning of kindergarten and a full afternoon of elementary, yet still get out of there before any of the other foreign teachers! Rather tiring. Especially when you're sick, and have been sick for well over a week. I swear I've gotten sick more times this year than the previous 2 years combined, maybe 3. It started as a lot of itching and watery eyes, followed by some hacking, which was soon paired with extremely clogged sinuses and then a pounding headache, more hacking of phlegm, and now a combination of all the before mentioned, plus a bit of a rash to intensify the itching and such. I finally caved and went to the doctor the other day, receiving a prescription of about 5 different pills - none of which seem to be particularly helping thus far. If its not all taken care of in the next 3 or 4 days, I'll have to return to the doctor so I might not get stuck on a miserable 21 hour trek back to the States. That was a good thing about this Friday - I only have one week left!!! That's right, I'm down to less than 2 hands for counting down. Excited is an understatement. I got (and still get) excited on Christmas Eve and the night before we left for vacation. I got excited on the last day of school, and when Mom decided to make breakfast for dinner (the best!). But this is a feeling I don't think I've ever felt before. Its like when we got a Saga Genesis for Christmas when I was 9 - multiplied by about 10. I know I'll think about these kids later on and miss them, and I know I'll have moments when I think it would be nice to be out and about in Korea, and who knows, maybe I'll be back sometime. But I also feel like it was a good run, and I need to stop running for awhile. I don't think my kids were too happy when I reminded them today that next week was my last. It didn't help that I chopped off a bunch of my hair again last night either and they can now no longer spend time running their little bugger fingers through it. I heard a couple gasps when I walked in today, and some disappointed sighs when they walked behind me and tried to grab a handful.
But the littlest oldest lady on the subway this morning told me I had "a nice shape." So somebody is a fan....of something.
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