Some of my students from my last session at Chinese school came back to visit me between classes, but I only have a very short break in 6 hours of class (and my break was already eroded by school admin giving me some brand new paperwork that’s due today. There’s no way this could have been avoided, because email hasn’t been invented yet).
I wanted to see the kids, and see how adorable they are and how much they’ve grown over the summer BUT I also wanted some time to eat my sandwich.
This has been a metaphor for my entire teaching career.
