Tag Archives: moving
Chinese Fire Drill
No, really. So in my last class today, we were playing Guess Who? (Made extra challenging because all the kids have the same hair color, eye color and are wearing the same uniform) when there’s an awful sound outside the … Continue reading
My That Person
The worst thing about living with Stick… well, actually it’s the second worst thing. The very worst is all that compromising garbage that I’m meant to be doing. But the second worst thing is what to call him. I feel … Continue reading
Sorry, No Pictures
On the morning of the third day of my food poisoning adventure, I awoke and… Ok, “I awoke” is clearly wrong as I hadn’t been sleeping so much as lying there wondering why the clock was moving so slowly, in … Continue reading
Moving Out
Some thing about moving aren’t so bad. There’s a lot of fun stuff to use up before we go! Junk food, candy, my super-special lavender bath oil (Stick doesn’t think this is so special, he says things like “what’s all … Continue reading
Meanderthal
Meanderthal — 1) n. A dull-witted student moving through his workbook at his own special pace. 2) v. The behavior of such a student. Usage: John’s parents were so wealthy and well-connected that he meanderthaled through three years of English … Continue reading
Expendability
Sometimes my ESL lessons don’t go every well, and when that happens, they fail spectacularly. My freewrite today was a journal entry about one day in childhood, which I thought would lead neatly into a review of irregular past tense … Continue reading
Lupercalia
Look what Stick got me for Valentine’s Day! That’s right! We’re moving next week! (It does make me feel a little guilty for making fun of his cookies now.)
Six Weeks Left In China
I love Yantai with the part of my heart that’s not full of the love-hate expats have for China. It’s hard to fully love a places in which all travel involves dealing with an Mandarin-speaking Whitmore. Here, I’m a G-rated … Continue reading
….with Chinese characteristics.
When I took this photo, I was mentally composing a moving post about watching the change of seasons on the Yantai beach, and the weather returning to the winter weather that I saw when I arrived, and how I’ve had … Continue reading
Imperfect, Tense
Stick called midway through my teenage girls class — I was telling them that they had to be more focused, that they needed to pay attention instead of coming to class with their minds somewhere else, and then my cell … Continue reading
