Open Up A Can of Tomato Juice

Gather round, boys and girls, Uncle Alex has another fun story for you.

Last night, a bunch of Volunteers were in town for their mid-service conference. I had dinner with them, and afterwards, they invited me to come out and have a few drinks with them. I agreed, and so we headed out. We're drinking, being loud Americans, etc., and a former student of mine comes up to me, says hi.

Now, this would not be awkward, except there was a girl that came over with him to say "hi" as well. She introduced herself as the daughter of one of my colleagues. She then proceeded to hit on me. And then crossed the bar to do so a couple more times over the course of the evening.

Yeah, that was awkward.

I mean, as amusing as it is, I would rather prefer to avoid the "oh, by the way, I made out/slept with your daughter" awkwardness in the staffroom that that would entail, but that may just be me (assuming she's even over 18 in the first place).

Later, flipsiders.

I Know Where You Go When You Want To Fall

While traveling today, I happened to pass a field of sunflowers. Over the past few months, I've passed it many times. In the spring, when they were just emerging, in the summer, when they formed a joyous cacophony of yellow and now in fall, when they formed a darkening procession of mourners, lamenting the passing of life and time. In a few weeks, they will crumble to dust, leaving no trace of their existence until next spring, and their cycle begins anew.

The whole scene was obviously rather melancholy, with the skies supplying tears for the botanical funeral procession. It was also appropriate, I feel, since I have just completed what is most likely my last summer in Bulgaria. With nine and a half months to go before I have to resume the "normal" course of my life, it feels like I've entered a season of endings. There is still much to be done, though, and I'll doubtless be kept too busy to really dwell overmuch on this sort of thing. After all, I have to get everything in order for the life-reboot.

I suppose it's just one of those things that you have to occasionally step back and watch: the passage of time and your position in it. Much like the sunflowers, we have our own cyclical nature; birth, production, decay, gestation/reflection, repeat. While we may not be as punctual or predictable as they are, it's still worth bearing in mind.

Later, flipsiders.

If They Say "Take It And Like It," You'll Do It

The system worked as they said it would, and I have my schedule today. Unlike previous semesters, I have no days completely off. Schedule is as follows:

Monday
7:30-8:15 - IXa

Tuesday
7:30-9:10 - XIa
10:25-11:10 - VIIIb
11:20-13:00 - XIIb
13:10-13:55 - IXa

Wednesday
7:30-9:10 - XIIa

Thursday
7:30-10:05 - VIIIb
11:20-13:00 - XIb

Friday
7:30-9:10 - IXb
10:25-11:10 - XIIa
11:20-12:05 - VIIIb

As you can see, Tuesdays are going to be... less than fun. Having to wake up at 6:30 every day, on the one hand, will not be fun. On the other hand, having a regular wake-up time will probably be more conducive to long-term productivity. Only time will tell, I'm sure.

Later, flipsiders.

When I Find The Living A Bore, There's A Place I Go

Oh, hey. The LHC didn't kill us all. Nifty.

I Find My Way To Do That Same Old Jam

Wow. Less than a week to go before classes start again. Then, I will have most of a week of going through the same song and dance over and over again as I let returning students know about classroom policy changes and new students find out about who I am and what they can expect from me.

On tap for this year:
12a - Modern English Lit (4 hrs/week)
12b - Advanced/Superadvanced Grammar/Conversation (2 hrs/week)
11a - Intermediate Grammar/Conversation (2 hrs/week)
11b - Advanced Grammar/Conversation (2 hrs/week)
9a - Pre-Intermediate Grammar/Conversation (2 hrs/week)
9b - Intermediate Grammar/Conversation (2 hrs/week)
8b - Beginning Grammar/Conversation (5 hrs/week)

Hopefully, I'll have my actual teaching schedule tomorrow, but I wouldn't be entirely surprised if I had to wait until Thursday. Regardless, once class actually starts, I suspect things will be a whirlwind of activity that leaves me largely drained by the end of the day.

...Hey, it beats sitting around doing nothing. Also, once school starts, I'll have more crazy cross-cultural hijinks to share. Something to look forward to, to be certain.

Later, flipsiders.