So, life has been going.
I've had an open class for C group (which I was very DO.NOT.WANT!! for. My boss has now learnt my opinion of open classes). I've since walked on the lake (it's iced over). It was kinda scary. I kept thinking the ice was going to break on me. I've been in a blizzard that knocked all my power out for most of the night.
One of the girls in Group I decided that I made a very good pillow one day. I'm standing behind her talking to her partner about some grammar point or other (I think it was Present Perfect) when she just leans back and puts her head on my hip... she then tried to go to sleep. Wiktoria:
You comfortable Me:
O.O.... Why are you leaning on me? Wiktoria:
I'm tired. You comfortable. Night! Me:
O.O .... *puts a hand under Wiktoria's head and lifts it up off her hip*
No sleeping on the teacher! Wiktoria: *puts her head right back on my hip* Me: *pushes her head off again*
Wiktoria's 14, by the way.
Also that class is slightly obsessed with Twilight
... okay, more than slightly obsessed. I have to keep confiscating the books in class (12 students and only two of them are boys. They sit together well away from the girls. Poor Sławek and Dominik). We were doing a unit on film for the last couple of lessons and the girls all declared that Twilight
was the greatest film ever
(it's replaced Titanic
. That was last years' favourite) and that I simply had to watch it. Every time I come into class they ask me if I've seen it yet. I'm half expecting one of them to come in with a pirated copy for me to watch. The lead male (whatever the heck his name is) is "the hottest man in the world" (damn you superlatives unit and teaching them how to say that!) and I simply must look at pictures of him... which they always seem to have at least one of in their bags.
Group I scares
They're not quite as bad as Laura (who was in that group last year) who was certain that Chris Brown (whoever that is) was her husband to be and she'd actually sign her tests Laura Brown
. She'd write it in her notebooks and I one or two of the desks still bears her 'signature'.
Also, today I went grocery shopping. I actually braved the butchers section for once and bought myself a slab of mystery meat. Actually managing to get said slab involved much pointing and miming on my part (and the lady's part), but I eventually walked away with a smallish bit of meat with bones in it. I had no
idea of what it was, but I'd managed to buy it so I was happy.
I got it home threw it in my casserole dish, covered it in garlic and some oil and then roasted it. 3 hours of slow roast later it was ready to eat.
Identity of the Mystery Meat:
Pork (and it was nummy!
Finally I have a picture for you ^___^. Me walking on the ice (and being very very cautious. I was praying it wouldn't break the whole time I was standing there).
Me, standing on Lake Czos.