Mach 18th: a very bad class and a pepper ganbei
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 183
First class of the day was intolerable. They kept talking, wouldn't shut up despite repeated pleadings. One kid kept shouting something mocking. One kid up front was texting on a mobile, others were reading books, nobody doing anything productive. A couple kids in the back said "Go home." That cut it for me. I stood outside and seethed for a couple minutes, went back in. I asked a now silent classroom if their Chinese English teachers told them to misbehave in my class, or if they were told my class wasn't important. They said no, but I think they were just trying to give an answer.
I left the class fifteen minutes early, left them to sit there in dread while I left a note for Rose telling how rotten they'd been. At the next class, Rose apologized, told me not to be upset, said she'd notified the head of the department. Ha! Those bastards would reap the whirlwind now.
The rest of the day went well by comparison. Had noodles at the Muslim place for lunch, Erin rode on the back of my bike. We watched a horrendous car accident on the way up. This old man's antique stool fell off the back of his bike and a taxi ran it over, smashed it asunder. So sad.
After eating, Erin and I madly biked back to the school. Once there, I had five minutes to spare before the next class. After class, I rode up to the music store and practiced the catalogue until I ran out of daylight. Then, back to Dongzhou for vodka and Sprites.
We ate at the sheep place for la zi ji ding. A neighboring table of two guys kept looking over and the one who was drinking beer came by and ganbei'd us. I waited a few minutes, then went over and ganbei'd him...a pepper! His face turned a little red and every time I looked over he was waving his hand over his burning mouth. I went over and had his buddy pour some milk into my cup. I drank it, made a relieved face, implored him to do the same. He upended the carton, the poor bastard.
We got some fireworks on the way back, lit them here and there, cackling into the night. Heather and I watched "Blazing Saddles" until I was sucked down the pillow vortex.
First class of the day was intolerable. They kept talking, wouldn't shut up despite repeated pleadings. One kid kept shouting something mocking. One kid up front was texting on a mobile, others were reading books, nobody doing anything productive. A couple kids in the back said "Go home." That cut it for me. I stood outside and seethed for a couple minutes, went back in. I asked a now silent classroom if their Chinese English teachers told them to misbehave in my class, or if they were told my class wasn't important. They said no, but I think they were just trying to give an answer.
I left the class fifteen minutes early, left them to sit there in dread while I left a note for Rose telling how rotten they'd been. At the next class, Rose apologized, told me not to be upset, said she'd notified the head of the department. Ha! Those bastards would reap the whirlwind now.
The rest of the day went well by comparison. Had noodles at the Muslim place for lunch, Erin rode on the back of my bike. We watched a horrendous car accident on the way up. This old man's antique stool fell off the back of his bike and a taxi ran it over, smashed it asunder. So sad.
After eating, Erin and I madly biked back to the school. Once there, I had five minutes to spare before the next class. After class, I rode up to the music store and practiced the catalogue until I ran out of daylight. Then, back to Dongzhou for vodka and Sprites.
We ate at the sheep place for la zi ji ding. A neighboring table of two guys kept looking over and the one who was drinking beer came by and ganbei'd us. I waited a few minutes, then went over and ganbei'd him...a pepper! His face turned a little red and every time I looked over he was waving his hand over his burning mouth. I went over and had his buddy pour some milk into my cup. I drank it, made a relieved face, implored him to do the same. He upended the carton, the poor bastard.
We got some fireworks on the way back, lit them here and there, cackling into the night. Heather and I watched "Blazing Saddles" until I was sucked down the pillow vortex.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 3/18/2005 09:30:00 PM ]
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