last night, i dreamt i downed half a bottle of vodka, neat.
fun.
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post grad ain’t no walk in the park. my course mates and i have been a little more than overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work heaped upon us this semester. can’t we just teach, dammit! lia kept alternating between worried and confused throughout tute and it was a huge relief to know i wasn’t the only one feeling like i’d stuck my head in a pressure cooker.
tramming back with johnny k. after class last friday was possibly the best breather i had all week. we chatted the way back to the city and i unabashedly tweaked his preference towards malaysian girls, promising to look out for suitable candidates for him. hey, i’m all for intercultural, international rapport, yo!
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placement at flemington was terrific - the kids were awesome; i had endearing five year olds who looked cute even with snot dripping down their noses; glue paste clinging to my pants; heaps of toothy, smiley grins; amazing picture drawings and a fantastic mentor who showed me the ropes.
talking with fives #1:
sam: *grabs green crayon and scribbles madly on the bottom of a page*
me: sweetie, we don’t scribble. we have to draw a picture, remember?
sam: *very matter of factly* but i’m not scribbling. that’s grass.
me: …. oh. *slinks away*
talking with fives #2:
me: ok, how many butterflies do we need to draw? *holds up four fingers*
ahmed: three!
me: no, count with me, one, two, three ….?
ahmed: five!
me: sigh… ok buddy, let’s do this again.
talking with fives #3:
teacher: name me two friends you play with at school.
jack: mia.
teacher: mia, do you play with jack?
mia: *shakes head*
teacher: do you go to the playground with him?
mia: no.
oooh, ouch!
