so i do not feel like practicing spanish or looking up any more information for teaching classes this afternoon. i wrote a really long post at home the other day and then forgot to bring it to work to upload.

i got really pissy this morning because my friends told me my spanish sucks. i reminded them that their english sucks and that when they improve they can bitch at me. they did not understand it but i felt better. every now and then they piss me off and i cuss them in english. really fast. they look a lot like i do when i cannot understand what the hell they are saying in spanish. it always makes me feel better. i realize i am just a profane person in general and i cannot believe i have still refrained from using all the explicatives that come into my head while writing these posts. we are all adults but somehow i think i am trying to avoid profanity for some reason. not sure why, but it is interesting to test my descriptive abilities. using the word fuck to describe everything gets old after a spell. although i still purport that it can be used in more ways than any other word or word combination in the english language, i shan´t use it here.

ah, shall. who uses this word? brits. damn the brits. i must teachmy students shall. i shall go to the store, blah blah blah. i do not like the word too much although its negative form, the aforementioned shan´t, is one word i do enjoy.

why was i hired to teach esl? i know nothing about esl. each day is trial and error. i have 5 students out of 17 in level 2 who get everything i say and explain and write. ihave 12 who stare blankly at me until they realize they are sitting next to someone cute and play footsie or flirt with the other person. some are bored others are lost and more just don´t really care. high school? exactly. many of my students really do try and they really do fail. what do you do in this situation? i feel almost bad when i see they are working hard and getting nothing correct. it pains me to look at their work and just say, way to go!, then spend five minutes correcting their mistakes.


i think i am still pissy.

the clouds are starting to move in and the wind is picking up. hurricane season. i hear miss wilma is heading your way usa. wilma. where did that come from anyway? it is almost as bad as willamina, which my creative sisters chose to call me as a child when will the pill lost its efficacy. i feel for anyone actually named wilma outside of a cartoon. i do not have much pity for cartoon characters. i have no explanation for that one.

this is what happens when i have nothing else to say but refuse to admit to myself that i have nothing else to say. blah blah blah. shall shall shall. say it five times and the word starts to sound really weird. unless you are not british and then it might have sounded weird the first time you said it.

i think a blog is like talking to yourself. clearly, i find myself very interesting and so i like to pose myself questions and then answer them for fun. my students wonder why i always end class saying, ¨the fun is over for today¨ i am not sure if they get my meaning and disagree or just have no idea what i mean. probably a bit of both. i love that phrase. a bit of both. and with that i leave you to ponder: how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?