A: What's that called?
B: It's a notice board.
A: What's it used for?
B: It's used for giving information.
A: Where is it?
B: It's next to the whiteboard.
This is the format of which I will be using for my first teaching lesson come next Monday. It's the beginner's format and we use picture flash cards to prompt the appropriate response. My lesson will be much more exciting though with prompts such as "Monkeys eat bananas" and "Seagulls eat trash". I wanted to do fantasy animals, but the other members of the class politely commented that words such as dragons and gnomes might not have much relevance to the everyday conversations of French villagers. Apparently, "Dragons eat sheep" isn't a particularly useful phrase. Some village.
I've lost inspiration as its been a long day. But all in all, class is going well and hopefully teaching won't be too nerve wracking on Monday. The work itself is time consuming, but not particularly hard. At least not yet. We begin grammar next week. Had a good wrestle with the automatic tea kettle at the school today. Luckily there were no witnesses to the battle as most of the students were outside. I won, though. The sneaky button lay just beneath the handle, hiding, clearly a fan of the guerrilla tactics. You have to love going to a school where you walk out of the bathrooms and run into a white, shaggy llama. Oh, and a peacock. And yet another sort of interesting looking chicken. We americans should really get more creative with our poultry. And we should consider them more often as domestic pets. I think Marge, the prehistoric looking chicken, would make an excellent addition to the Everett household. Perhaps her full name should be Marge the Prehistoric. Sounds threatening for sure. The house I'm staying in truly is an experience. I just helped Mishka take some tea upstairs to Toby and two of his older music students (one of whom is Kenny who is a funny Brit with a rugged smile). The upstairs is a giant unfinished room where Toby and his students practice the guitar and sing until two in the morning on most nights. It seems Kenny is the one who favors Neil Young. I'm determined by the end of the trip to join in and perhaps challenge my fear of singing in front of others. Stupid fear, really, although it is a common one.
God, I just ate another biscuit. The biscuit factory would have been dangerous enough if it sold tasty biscuits, but the fact the the biscuits are actually cookies makes it lethal. I'll come back fluffy for sure. Although I deserved the cookie as I did manage to do yoga today in my room upstairs. Had to be careful not to knock over the dresser though or wedge a splinter in my foot. I've gone matless. A real yogin rouge.
Ok, I'm going to bed before I break into the brie.
Or have any more tea.
Wee.
