Right, so I hate netbars. I mean, despite that I’m typing this in air-conditioning while sitting in a nice comfy armchair… the obnoxious pair sitting beside me ignoring netbar etiquette and listing to music without headphones is a pain in the ass.
Still, it is neat to take glances at what everyone else is doing. There is an unnatural fascination in this country with video games. Now, I like video games as much as the next guy/girl (meg, hehe), but there are people here whom I’ve seen on MISSING signs at the local shops. Kids that have been in here for days, men who are starting to smell, and women who are FAR too engaged in their QQ conversations (likely much to the tears of their husbands at home trying to figure out how to work the wok).
Anyway, back in Suzhou after a few days of training in Shanghai. At some point I’m going to visit the city when I’m not rewarded for my touristic nature with a collection of sweat-soaked clothes and no laundry facilities. Honestly, it was hotter than Heidi Klum’s midriff.
The training was pretty straight-forward, and it was a bit odd observing a teacher whom has only been teaching for 3 months. I kept telling myself that I wasn’t learning how to teach, I was learning the DD Dragon system (a DD Dragon franchise being the private langauge school I’m working for). This got tired by mid-way through the second day, was painful the third day and by the fourth, I begged for mercy.
I got set free and was able to give Maggie some company in our A/C’d hotel room after only a half day of training.
Now back in Suzhou, and finally in an apartment, we’re nearly unpacked and somewhat organized. I’m still working out the kinks in my schedule, and weighing the advantages of upping my hours from 16/wk to 21/wk (the 500 RMB extra a week wont hurt our wedding plans).
Anyway, all this is to say:
1) Settling nicely in Suzhou
2) Photos, video, etc. will all be coming as soon as I get Internet at home.
Oh – two other things:
First – A big HAPPY 90th BIRTHDAY to my grandmother and also a happy birthday to my Dad.
Second – RIP Crocodile Hunter. Steve, tough luck, but crikey what a way to go.