Time flies...
Feb. 19th, 2007 02:13 am... when you go to work.
I have been working for two and a half months now. I had a talk with my boss two weeks ago where he told me that they are satisfied with the way I'm blending in. He called me "flexible". Yay!
I haven't written a thing these past 6 weeks - well, not true, I wrote a poem, but that doesn't really count.
I started teaching creative writing again - in German, this time. My pupils are some of the kids at Katharina's school. It's just one hour per week, but it's an interesting experience. The kids usually get a choice of extracurricular activities, like dancing, theatre class or a cooking course. A few weeks ago, one of the teachers had an accident, so I stepped in. Our primary school is suffering from lack of funding and excess bureaucracy - and with several teachers sick/injured they barely manage to cover the curricular hours. Mr. E is therefore offering an Irish Dance course and I am offering creative writing. Katharina is in my class, which is odd. But she's very talented. She wrote a few lovely poems last week.
Right, what else is new?
I haven't read LJ in weeks. I don't even know if Marcee has had her baby yet. I'm a bad friend. *hangs head in shame*
The days are just too short - and I'm always tired and anti-social in the evenings.
I watch my shows like Rome (holy moly, Verenus is scary!), Supernatural (it lost its lustre a little, but still pretty), Veronica Mars (fun) and House (both fascinating and icky) - but most of the time I don't feel like talking to anyone, not even online. Weird. Maybe hormones? Dunno why I'm so anti-social.
I read more. I just finished Diana Galbadon's first Outlander book - and found it dreadful. In fact, it felt very Mary Sueish. It's a page turner in an annoying kind of way. Bodice ripper crap - except that it's the male hero who's abused, tortured, and raped. And boy, the woman really loves her adjectives. Won't read the sequels. If I want another historic page turner I'll go with Rebbecca Gablé.
I also read Erasing Sherlock Holmes by
lordshiva - a lot more satisfying and clever than the aforementioned book. Both books are time-traveling stories, but one is conventional, formulaic and strangely repetitive, while the other is original, smart, and often funny. I should write a longer review, but my cold is killing me and I have to get up early tomorrow to dress the kids in fancy dress and to make food for the big school carneval party. *sigh*
Oh well, at least I finally updated my journal. *waves at flist*
I have been working for two and a half months now. I had a talk with my boss two weeks ago where he told me that they are satisfied with the way I'm blending in. He called me "flexible". Yay!
I haven't written a thing these past 6 weeks - well, not true, I wrote a poem, but that doesn't really count.
I started teaching creative writing again - in German, this time. My pupils are some of the kids at Katharina's school. It's just one hour per week, but it's an interesting experience. The kids usually get a choice of extracurricular activities, like dancing, theatre class or a cooking course. A few weeks ago, one of the teachers had an accident, so I stepped in. Our primary school is suffering from lack of funding and excess bureaucracy - and with several teachers sick/injured they barely manage to cover the curricular hours. Mr. E is therefore offering an Irish Dance course and I am offering creative writing. Katharina is in my class, which is odd. But she's very talented. She wrote a few lovely poems last week.
Right, what else is new?
I haven't read LJ in weeks. I don't even know if Marcee has had her baby yet. I'm a bad friend. *hangs head in shame*
The days are just too short - and I'm always tired and anti-social in the evenings.
I watch my shows like Rome (holy moly, Verenus is scary!), Supernatural (it lost its lustre a little, but still pretty), Veronica Mars (fun) and House (both fascinating and icky) - but most of the time I don't feel like talking to anyone, not even online. Weird. Maybe hormones? Dunno why I'm so anti-social.
I read more. I just finished Diana Galbadon's first Outlander book - and found it dreadful. In fact, it felt very Mary Sueish. It's a page turner in an annoying kind of way. Bodice ripper crap - except that it's the male hero who's abused, tortured, and raped. And boy, the woman really loves her adjectives. Won't read the sequels. If I want another historic page turner I'll go with Rebbecca Gablé.
I also read Erasing Sherlock Holmes by
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Oh well, at least I finally updated my journal. *waves at flist*