The role of the reacher is of that of a parent but only on a smaller scale. As a teacher, we are tasked to not only teach kids to be intellectually progressive towards their education but, also, to be a respectable member of society. People seem to forget that school isn’t just for learning from books, but also to learn for the real world. Parents, especially, because they don’t seem to think that this is something to be of great importance. I learned that the hard way.
friendly conversations
The fact that I’m back to teaching is something that fills my heart with so much joy. I can’t tell you how much I love teaching. All of my colleagues spend Sunday at an expat bar (bar owned by a foreign) to talk about our first full week back. I couldn’t be happier. Especially since I have been granted the nickname of “Tónghuà lǎoshī” (童话老师) which means Fairy Teacher which I will take because I used a Spider-man baton as my “wand”. But there’s something else we wanted to talk about at the bar: What we were going to do for Pride?
I am so happy right now for so many reasons. My school is opening up this week and my lesson plans are ready to go. This is going to be such a welcome relief because I don’t think I can go another week without teaching my kids. And, that’s not the only thing that made me ever so gitty. Wait for it…I’ve made new friends!!!
You know, I’m not usually one for giving myself praise but I am really proud of myself for so many things. This week has brought me in and out of my comfort zone with such lovely outcomes. There’s three I want to talk about, specifically, because it made me the happiest.
Fear is a very powerful entity. It’s quiet, subtle and smart. It’s actually much smarter than us and more precise. It knows how to divide and conquer and it always brings out the ugly side of everybody it comes into contact with. The worst part about it all is that, unlike its targets, it doesn’t discriminate. Doesn’t have to. We do that to ourselves.
Insomnia is really starting to become a reoccurring theme for this week. Even as we speak, I can’t seem to get a proper sleep pattern going. Only two days out of this week, I have been able to sleep and rise at a proper time. But, oddly enough, that’s not the only thing that is bothering me.
I have 29 short stories to complete before the end of August but my colleagues made it very clear that I need a break. So, we decided to celebrate the fact that most of the businesses are open again. Mainly the bars because that’s what we cared about.
Chongqing is starting to return to normal. I see the usual hustle and bustle of the working class and it’s putting a smile on my face. Though we (teachers) are not able to get back to work yet, it’s a good step forward to get back to our regularly scheduled life. In the meantime, I managed to have some fun with the local and my family in my own fabulous way.
This coronavirus is really putting a damper in my life as well as my friends and family. Well, more their lives than mine because I’m still getting paid and I’m still able to write, which is my other source of income. So, I’m fine but my friends and family aren’t really doing so hot. Well…some of them, anyway.