May 26th: gluey minutes and the red-faced walrus
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 252
Thursdays have been bad, this one was excrutiating. The Ultraman class was lacklustre, and after lunch it just got worse. No energy in either students or myself, an overcast sluggish filth coating all clocks in molasses, every minute expanded into Oscar speech length. Class 1 started out telling me they felt bad because they failed their exams. After showing them pictures of May festival I asked them what they wanted to do and they said "Sleep." Great idea. i told them to put their heads down and be quiet. I have a new appreciation for my high school teachers who "treated" us with study hall. I now understand it was a break for them, too.
The next class had WC hooligans I had to lock out, but the group had whittled to two from the eight of last week. Same chaps, though. The rest of the class didn't really get into the song and the remainder of the period was spent with students calling each other "player" and "color wolf."
Final class and I was irretrievably dragassed. We spent the whole period discussing what we were going to eat in the summer. A non-joke entry: sparrow. They eat sparrows here. Side note: In Nantong, at Captain's bar they have it on the menu, consulted Matt and company what to call it and they took the piss, told them "pterydactyl." It's presently listed on the menu as such. Woe to the expat not in the know who sees it.
I dragged myself to my place, decompressed with some music and thought very strongly about having some tea, but it didn't happen. I was that unmotivated. I rode up to the middle school with strength from reserve tanks I didn't know I had. For shits and giggles I got the idea to make fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches, just like Elvis Aaron Presley. We secured the stuff from Times, got to it. Mike, even with his injured arm, cut bananas and flipped sandwiches like a pro. Tasty.
The man responsible for Rhys' stomach duress had invited all of us to the tents at 8 for more keg mayhem. Heather and I went down since Rhys was still teaching the Koreans and the guy started toasting ("Cheers cheers") everything and demanding to know where Rhys and Jeni were, to the point where I volunteered to go and collect them. Rhys had gotten a late start since one of his students had injured his elbow (lot of that going around, right Mike?) and would be down after.
I returned to the table sans pals, and in another ten minutes they came down. This guy was like a big red-faced cartoon walrus, bellowing and urging glasses to be upended, yet keeping his wife's glass under the halfway mark, with chopsticks on top to prevent unlicensed pouring. No one was allowed to drink from anyone else's pitcher and he watched the proceedings like a casino pit boss.
Erin showed up and Walrus made damn sure she caught up to the rest of us drinkwise, pointing and bellowing, regulating the intake. The more the night went on, the redder his face got. Sorta scary, this chap.Erin made her exit before the night got helplessly out of control, using the old "just going to the WC" trick and never returning.
I had the brilliant idea of pretending I was too drunk and then wandering off to the WC and not coming back. I took off my shirt, acted beligerent, mock-stumbled towards the alley with Heather following behind to "steady" me. Once out of sight I asked, "Did I sell it?" She told me I had. We made it back to the middle school and slept, thankful Friday was almost upon us.
he is the walrus, goob goob goo joob
walrus n the missus
rhys has deep philosophical rant with guy about smoking coriander
andy lurks, trying to be there and not be there like a kiwi hamlet
guy n heather
guy, erin, jeni
heather n toast
walrus puts a vicious headlock on his missus
erin, jeni, rhystafarian
toast n lao ban
"plan beligerenta" is executed
Thursdays have been bad, this one was excrutiating. The Ultraman class was lacklustre, and after lunch it just got worse. No energy in either students or myself, an overcast sluggish filth coating all clocks in molasses, every minute expanded into Oscar speech length. Class 1 started out telling me they felt bad because they failed their exams. After showing them pictures of May festival I asked them what they wanted to do and they said "Sleep." Great idea. i told them to put their heads down and be quiet. I have a new appreciation for my high school teachers who "treated" us with study hall. I now understand it was a break for them, too.
The next class had WC hooligans I had to lock out, but the group had whittled to two from the eight of last week. Same chaps, though. The rest of the class didn't really get into the song and the remainder of the period was spent with students calling each other "player" and "color wolf."
Final class and I was irretrievably dragassed. We spent the whole period discussing what we were going to eat in the summer. A non-joke entry: sparrow. They eat sparrows here. Side note: In Nantong, at Captain's bar they have it on the menu, consulted Matt and company what to call it and they took the piss, told them "pterydactyl." It's presently listed on the menu as such. Woe to the expat not in the know who sees it.
I dragged myself to my place, decompressed with some music and thought very strongly about having some tea, but it didn't happen. I was that unmotivated. I rode up to the middle school with strength from reserve tanks I didn't know I had. For shits and giggles I got the idea to make fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches, just like Elvis Aaron Presley. We secured the stuff from Times, got to it. Mike, even with his injured arm, cut bananas and flipped sandwiches like a pro. Tasty.
The man responsible for Rhys' stomach duress had invited all of us to the tents at 8 for more keg mayhem. Heather and I went down since Rhys was still teaching the Koreans and the guy started toasting ("Cheers cheers") everything and demanding to know where Rhys and Jeni were, to the point where I volunteered to go and collect them. Rhys had gotten a late start since one of his students had injured his elbow (lot of that going around, right Mike?) and would be down after.
I returned to the table sans pals, and in another ten minutes they came down. This guy was like a big red-faced cartoon walrus, bellowing and urging glasses to be upended, yet keeping his wife's glass under the halfway mark, with chopsticks on top to prevent unlicensed pouring. No one was allowed to drink from anyone else's pitcher and he watched the proceedings like a casino pit boss.
Erin showed up and Walrus made damn sure she caught up to the rest of us drinkwise, pointing and bellowing, regulating the intake. The more the night went on, the redder his face got. Sorta scary, this chap.Erin made her exit before the night got helplessly out of control, using the old "just going to the WC" trick and never returning.
I had the brilliant idea of pretending I was too drunk and then wandering off to the WC and not coming back. I took off my shirt, acted beligerent, mock-stumbled towards the alley with Heather following behind to "steady" me. Once out of sight I asked, "Did I sell it?" She told me I had. We made it back to the middle school and slept, thankful Friday was almost upon us.
he is the walrus, goob goob goo joob
walrus n the missus
rhys has deep philosophical rant with guy about smoking coriander
andy lurks, trying to be there and not be there like a kiwi hamlet
guy n heather
guy, erin, jeni
heather n toast
walrus puts a vicious headlock on his missus
erin, jeni, rhystafarian
toast n lao ban
"plan beligerenta" is executed
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 5/26/2005 12:31:00 AM ]
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