I'll get the title of this post out of the way first: I seemed to have accidentally signed up to some dancing class. Either that, or my name was put down without my consent. The deputy head caught me in the corridor today and asked me first of all if I liked dancing.
I told him in no uncertain terms that es gefällt mir nicht. But, it seems that Maria, the Russkie language assistant is a big fan of dancing, so I'm going along on Wednesday at 8.00 to god only knows what. I have never cursed the poor speed of my "plausible negative response to unwanted invitation" ability more than I did this morning.
I told him in no uncertain terms that es gefällt mir nicht. But, it seems that Maria, the Russkie language assistant is a big fan of dancing, so I'm going along on Wednesday at 8.00 to god only knows what. I have never cursed the poor speed of my "plausible negative response to unwanted invitation" ability more than I did this morning.
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In other news, I found out that my English class who I teach alone with piss-poor results do not have any tests in English. Not only is this a weight off my mind in the long run, it also means we're taking full advantage of christmas time for the next fortnight; roll on films and snacks in lessons.
Other sessions are going a little better; I'm still dictionary bitch but I've been recently upgraded to "read this 3 page text, Max. We have the CD but we want a native speaker to read it" as well as other more classroomly duties. The best thing about the reading aloud part is the applause I get at the end. I read in English. It's like getting a standing ovation for eating a pie.
I'm here til next May folks, catch me while you can.
And since I can finally be arsed to upload the photos, this is what costa del Neuerburg has looked like of late:
Taken from outside the door of my apartment and down the road from school
Downtown Neuerburg.
Me being warm in the cold
