Priceless

So, this is going to be a quick little update since I'm writing from one of my schools and can't handle the French keyboard for long without going crazy... But I'm afraid I won't have time to update much before my surgery (one week from tomorrow--gulp) since I'm off to London this weekend. Woo-hoo!

Nothing too exciting to note. Teaching is same old. I have come to dread lesson planning with every ounce of my soul. Teaching is clearly not my calling. I did a lesson (lesson is a strong word for what I did--it was mostly a lot of laughing and some pronunciation work) on tongue twisters today that went amazingly well. I was chatting with my favorite student after class because he wants an American pen pal and gave me a letter to send today when another English teacher came BARGING into my classroom, waited like point two seconds to see if the student would leave and then lit into me about being too loud with my lesson. She was really pissed off. It was a little bit scary and of course mortifying since she did it IN FRONT of a student. I think she thought since she was speaking in English that he wouldn't understand. But he did--every word. Luckily, he's awesome and just whispered to me that she's really mean to all the students. It was cute, but I was still super embarrassed and feel horrible. I was so excited that ONE of my lessons had actually worked and that the kids had had fun with it and before I could even really revel in my success, a teacher came and shat all over my happiness. What I don't understand is why she didn't send a student in during the class time to ask us to quiet down. I know we were being a little loud, but I had no idea she was so upset. And then to reprimand me, HER COLLEAGUE, in front of one of my students was super unprofessional. Sigh. I just can't win. Either my kids are having fun but are too loud, or they're bored and not participating at all.

Whatever. I only have 12 hours left before I don't have to work again until the beginning of March, thanks to my malfunctioning gall bladder. Speaking of which, I had my consultation with the anesthesiologist yesterday morning. It was fine and pretty quick, and I was able to get all of my questions answered by the super nice secretary who I want to be best friends with. But the most hilarious part was right at the beginning when I sat down in the anesthesiologist's office. The doctor sat down too, but his rolling chair got caught somehow, tipping over, and he fell on the floor. Literally. Doctor in his 40s in a white coat ON THE GROUND. I was trying to make sure he was okay without laughing or being disrespectful, but it was just too funny. I couldn't actually believe it had happened. He got up, said he was fine, and assured me that that had never happened before. I sure hope that's not a regular thing! I'm trusting this guy with my life basically! If he can't even sit in a chair right, how can he possibly be any good at inserting needles in veins?!?!?! But otherwise, he did seem very competent so I'm going to try to forget the image of him on. the. ground. Ha!