Since nothing worth mentioning at all has really happened lately, I'm only putting down the few relevant things that have occurred over an extended period of time.
Here's part two of my Chronicles of Boredom!
Monday, March 3rd, 2014
I've somehow managed to make it past the last two weeks. I swear I have no idea how. I really don't. But I did. Miraculously.
Today, I was supposed to not go to the first class and instead start from 10am. Guess what? They decided to change the schedule. Again. Sure, I don't mind, the classes themselves haven't been moved. Just the location. All classes but one have been moved into the same room, so in order to grab a decent seat, where I'd be sheltered from the teacher's eyes, I was forced to show my sleepy mug starting with the first class. I still benefit from the convenience of a strong wifi signal and I don't need to move around a lot, therefore I shouldn't complain, but sometimes it all just gets too hard to put up with, that not even my faithful phone can save me any longer.
This blissful morning, we were shown a documentary of another author. Somehow, someone had tampered with the projector settings, so we were forced to watch it in a blue tint. I leaned on my friend and watched. In fact... I looked - after all, watching implies actually paying attention, and I was oh so far from that, just like everyone else in that room, including the teacher herself.
Then. It happened. I snapped out of my trance right when a picture of a certain writer came up. I shall not name him, but honestly, he looked like he had been on drugs and was suffering from sleep deprivation (like us students, come to think of it). What's more, in the blue tint of the projector, he looked even funnier, that I couldn't help myself and ended up making half the room choke when I said he looked pretty blue, both literally and figuratively. He really did, if you ask me.
The teacher hid her face in a book, probably trying to hide the fact that she was laughing as well. I lazily leaned back on my friend and slipped into my trance once again.
Class ended.
Abandon ship!!!
Wednesday, March 19th
I mostly attend this class for the sake of the teacher. She's just too adorable. Today, however, this one unexpected detail ruined everything. French Culture Week. Nobody saw that coming, and for sure neither did me nor my friend.
We were told the class had been temporarily moved to a different room. About fifteen or twenty minutes after the class was supposed to start, our teacher casually showed up, carrying snacks and refreshments.
Smirks began to bloom on our faces as our minds were trying to decide what delights we would go for. Don't judge! 8:20am. We were tired and our stomachs were getting ready to play us a few serenades. And because cookies!
She told us to arrange the desks in a certain way, provided us plates and asked us to put the snacks on them and then on the desks, every here and there. Our smirks died like a beatutiful dream on an early Monday morning. Something doesn't feel right here...
Still, we did as we had been asked.
Then we were told there would be an activity. Okay, no problem, we can deal with that...
They added that the media would show up.
Everyone for themselves!
I regret every minute of it. When I finally arrived home, I fell in bed flat on my face and slipped into Dreamland for the next hours.
Friday, March 21st - This isn't exactly boredom-related in any way, I just felt like sharing this experience in a post
Nothing's worse than having your day off taken away from you, but what has to be done, has to be done, and that's final. To give you an idea as to why I had to leave the divine comfort of my home this fair day, I wish to mention that I am enrolled in a pedagogy course, along with the rest of my group from university. I am currently undergoing a teaching practice module, which sadly implies actually holding classes.
Last semester, I held English classes for 6th and 7th graders, and they were flawless. This semester, I have to hold French classes for 10th and 11th graders. Yay...
For today, I prepared my lesson ahead, just like I should've. Exactly one hour and a half before class though, I got a panic attack and broke down. Luckily, I recovered, but I was more nervous than ever before. I arrived in time, leaned against a wall and went over my notes again. We are taught not to show any weakness when in front of the class, and as far as I realised afterwards, I trampled all over that. I told my mentor that I was very, very nervous. She encouraged me with a pat on the back - more like a slap, if you ask me - and sent me into the lions' pit.
Let the fun begin.
I could only introduce myself to the class and say that I would be their teacher for the next 50 minutes. Then, I got stuck. I know more French than that, but words don't come to me that easily. I dropped my notes. Picked them up. Attempted to give them instructions in French, but I failed, so I switched to our native language to make things easier. In order to hide myself as much as possible, I gave them such tasks that they spoke more than I did, by using the vocabulary lesson I had to my advantage.
I was shaking the entire time, but the class was more than nice and understanding, so they went along and didn't ruin things more than my own nervousness had already done. They were an awesome bunch to work with, they even did their best to help me calm down with a few jokes here and there, so by the end I had managed to regain some of my stability, which was lost again when they gave me a round of hearty applause.
All I could do was turn red and hide my face in my papers.
Thank you, guys, you were great!
Also, many thanks to my mentor who helped me out a lot, knowing that I do not wish to pursue a career as a French teacher. I hugged her when the class was over.
One more class to go, and I'm done with this module.
No coffee for now, I'm off to sleep.
Monday, March 24th
So. While waiting by the window in the hallway for our pedagogy mentor to arrive, these less-than-bright, snot-nosed primates that other may consider gentlemen, were smoking on the other side of the window, and noticed my friend and I. With all their masculine grace, they pushed the window open to engage in a mating attempt.
"Pssssst! Pssssst! Hey dolly! No, no, no! Please don't close the window on me!"
After which they would push the window open once more and resume their mating attempts.
The teacher came. Looked their way. They disappeared like they were never there. They probably crawled back into their holes somewhere nearby.
Adorable <3
Not really.
I want my coffee. Hot or cold. Doesn't matter.
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