Like this:

Last week I began my blog post with a confession, so it only seems fair to keep the tradition alive. Here it comes: I’m growing a little weary of this blog. It’s not that I don’t enjoy sharing my life with you all, but sometime it feels a bit like a chore. I think it is because I put so much pressure on myself to share lots of details and to be as witty as possible. Luckily for me, this past week may have been the most boring week of my life- and I loved every minute of it. So, I don’t have a lot to share today, but what I do share will be pure gold- well, maybe silver- ok, it’s a bit like unpolished steel…

Today is Wednesday of week 11, meaning my 10 week classes are indeed over. I was glad to get my finals over with but ending that class was sad. One of my 10 week classes is pretty special to me. I had them four semesters in a row, so basically, I am the only foreign teacher they will have in this college and maybe ever (they don’t take oral English in their 3^rd or 4^th year and it seems they have cancelled the movie class). My much talked about posse is from that class, so that is one reason why I will miss them a lot. I really enjoyed teaching them because they were so…well….teachable. They never objected, never slacked off, and always participated (even when I had them for a normal 16 week semester). If anyone ever hears me brag about my students, chances are I am talking about this class. That’s not to say that my other classes aren’t special too, because they are, but this class and I have come a long way together. I feel really close to them and I am sad that we don’t have class together anymore. They were my last class on Friday mornings and I always left in a good mood. I always tell my teammates that if I am having a bad day, all I have to do is see one student from that class and a smile is instantly plastered on my face. Sigh…… The good thing is I will still see them in the hallways, on the streets, and at English club. Here is a picture of me with my class. It’s not the best quality but it will do.

Now let me tell you about my weekend. It was awesome. I did nothing. No seriously, I did absolutely nothing. I spent all day watching movies, laying on my couch and eating cookies. Obviously this wasn’t the healthiest of choices but hey, you only live once, right? This routine went on from Saturday until Monday- good times. I got off the couch occasionally to go shopping, grade some papers, and clean my house, but I’ll go ahead and say that 90% of my weekend was spent on the couch. This was the first weekend in a while that I’ve been home and it was great.

Oh, I did one other thing this past week…..wait for it……here it comes…..drum roll please………I joined the gym! Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am a gym member. I signed up for 2 months. I’ve been 4 times now- which I have to say is pretty outstanding considering how much I love my couch. I go with my student friend Anita, which is nice because then I have someone to talk to. The gym is fun and a little weird at the same time. The other day some guy was sitting on the couch smoking in there. Uh…isn’t that the opposite of what is suppose to happen in a gym? I’m pretty sure people go there to be healthy, not die of lung cancer. Anyhoo- I’ve had some fun adventures. Here is my top 4 favorite/strangest moments: 4- realizing that people actually shower in communal showers/are naked in locker rooms. Big shock to me. Personally, I enjoy getting dressed at home. 3- Meeting a gym teacher from my school who likes to watch me lift weights and ask me if he is using the machines properly (he is hugely muscular by the way- why is he asking my advice?!) 2- A teenager giving me weight lifting advice despite my constant response that I know what I’m doing, and then in the end his confession of “oh, you are a lot stronger than me” and my reply of “I know”. And finally, my favorite part of the gym: 1- The scale in the main room that announces your weight to the entire room. Who needs secrecy in the gym?

There you have it folks, my week in a nutshell. Now I’m off to recline on my couch because my allergies are kicking my butt. Fun story, I ran out of tissues so I decided to stop at the store on the way home from the gym. I saw the kind I normally buy but then noticed a bigger pack next to it that was 1 yuan cheaper. So I went for it and have since discovered why it is 1 yuan cheaper for such a large pack- the tissues smell horrible. I mean seriously horrible. Every time I blow my nose, which is about every 30 seconds, I get nauseous from the smell. Lesson learned.

Advertisement