Yesterday marked another professional high in my career as an English teacher: I managed to transform a lesson on "Passive Voice" into "Ways Japanese Men Have Disappointed Me (Especially Last Sunday)," to a class of 40 fascinated 14-year-olds. Part of my job description includes "cultural exchange," a directive I am very conscientious about.
I'm a little bit closer to getting a tattoo. Details pending.
The supermarket next to my house is a nightmare. The aisles are too narrow and the elderly housewives too legion. "Foreign bitch," say their eyes, as they refuse to move either from the aisle or the seafood cooler as I stand politely and Canadianly with my basket, unwilling to shove my way through. "Fucking white-ass whore."
On the domestic front: "Vacuum cleaners have disappointed me my entire life."
Off to the Blue Parrot for words in a little bit. Lennon has told me I need to get my hands on some Knut Hamsun.
Posted by joy at February 10, 2009 9:35 PMCouldn't find him but got Robertson Davies and Kenzaburo Oe instead. Sweet!
Posted by: joy at February 12, 2009 4:09 AM