One More Month and Other Stories

I've actually been trying to write this entry for a few days now, but whenever I do, something comes up and distracts me one paragraph into it. So I'm going to try and keep it short for now, because any entry is better than no entry, I think.

Joyce and I went to teach at some place called the "Youth Library" on the weekend. It was... a rather interesting experience, to be quite honest. We were teaching English using the "DD Dragon" program that the school favored, which isn't my favorite program by a long shot, but what can two volunteers do?

Saturday's classes were terrible for me. I had to teach three of them, and of the three, only one had the occasional moment of cooperation. The kids were very young in all of the classes, and it was obvious that none of them had any real interest in English; they were there before their parents thought it was a good idea, but all they really wanted to do was beat the living crap out of each other and play. To my great horror, the Chinese TA with me didn't really do anything as the students climbed out of their desks and began trying to pummel each other with their chairs and whatever else was nearby. It made me really wish that I spoke Chinese, because, classy or not, I would have loved to give them a verbal smackdown.

Sunday was much better. The classes were well-behaved and funny, and I was able to keep much better control of the class. I really enjoyed teaching on Sunday.

There's been other small things going on. Today is supposedly the Dragon Boat Festival, but I have no idea what that actually entails for us university people. I've been meeting and chatting with some people, but really, life is slow and fairly chill here in China.

As of today, I have one more month left in China. I'm starting to get a little lonely again, but I think that's just because of the dreams I keep having. So, you all need to leave me alone in my dreams so I can try and enjoy my mosquito bites a little bit more, okay? Hahaha! In other news, I also had a dream where I absolutely had to go to Singapore or else (Jenjen?), but when I woke up and just curiously looked at airfares, I learned that it's more expensive to fly to Singapore from China than it is from America. (Same with Japan as well.) Logic, sigh.

I'll leave you with one thought: Steven King's writing in Wizard and Glass was actually really, really awful, and I can't decide if it was on purpose (to show the grandiose immaturity of teenage love) or not. All I do know is that the book goes on forever.