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I royally knackered my ankle last night playing badminton. It is the size of a satsuma. What was most annoying is that it was during the warmup piss-about game, after 5 minutes or so. At the end I can deal with, but right at the beginning?
Still, it's a better reason than the last time, which was falling down the steps at Cologne Hauptahnhof. This time at least I can be all "Yeah, I have a sports related injury" which sounds a lot better than"I'm still grasping the concept of putting one foot in front of the other on a stepped slope." And, just like last time, when I walk I look like that white Honda robot, Asimo; halfway between limping and a desperate person searching for a toilet while holding in an imminent shit.
Remember a few posts back I mentioned that feeling I get on a tuesday where I feel all warm and fuzzy because I managed to wing another grammar class without making too much of a fool of myself? I have that feeling now. The lesson was pretty shite, but I still have that feeling.
Tomorrow I'm doing my lesson on the British Political System for the 5th time and baby, this time it shall be fucking perfect. Without blowing my own trumpet, it was pretty successful the first time, but after another 3 re-jigs, this one should be the winner. This lesson will be my Beethoven's 5th.
Today we had a lesson outside because the weather is still great. I've noticed a trend recently that the teacher for this lesson always seems a little more lost each consecutive lesson; he's a good teacher but of late we seem to be doing next to nothing every hour. Or just sort of menial crap that isn't really important. And this point was just kind of validated today when we had a lesson outside. By 'lesson', it was "everybody read the book amongst yourselves. Max, stay here and .. yeah, help them if they need help. Ciao."
They needed no help whatsoever, so I spent an hour just lying next to the class in my sunglasses and doodled. This is the best year of my life after all.
I royally knackered my ankle last night playing badminton. It is the size of a satsuma. What was most annoying is that it was during the warmup piss-about game, after 5 minutes or so. At the end I can deal with, but right at the beginning?
Still, it's a better reason than the last time, which was falling down the steps at Cologne Hauptahnhof. This time at least I can be all "Yeah, I have a sports related injury" which sounds a lot better than"I'm still grasping the concept of putting one foot in front of the other on a stepped slope." And, just like last time, when I walk I look like that white Honda robot, Asimo; halfway between limping and a desperate person searching for a toilet while holding in an imminent shit.
Remember a few posts back I mentioned that feeling I get on a tuesday where I feel all warm and fuzzy because I managed to wing another grammar class without making too much of a fool of myself? I have that feeling now. The lesson was pretty shite, but I still have that feeling.
Tomorrow I'm doing my lesson on the British Political System for the 5th time and baby, this time it shall be fucking perfect. Without blowing my own trumpet, it was pretty successful the first time, but after another 3 re-jigs, this one should be the winner. This lesson will be my Beethoven's 5th.
Today we had a lesson outside because the weather is still great. I've noticed a trend recently that the teacher for this lesson always seems a little more lost each consecutive lesson; he's a good teacher but of late we seem to be doing next to nothing every hour. Or just sort of menial crap that isn't really important. And this point was just kind of validated today when we had a lesson outside. By 'lesson', it was "everybody read the book amongst yourselves. Max, stay here and .. yeah, help them if they need help. Ciao."
They needed no help whatsoever, so I spent an hour just lying next to the class in my sunglasses and doodled. This is the best year of my life after all.
