Back at the hospital this morning, I was sitting in the waiting room trying to appear calm, which was pretty much all a front.  Even last night, while we were out listening to some shitty band or other, I kept thinking about how it was only a few more hours until I found out what the rest of my life was going to be like.  

Sometimes I can be a little over-dramatic inside my own head.  

Turns out, there was no great cause for alarm at all.  My cholesterol is high, which I'd already known; that just means one more pill every day.  When I heard the doctor say on the phone last month that my kidneys were bad, it seems he actually said “ketones”, and my kidneys are just fine.

Oops.

So everything except one eye is still okay.  Well, I can handle that.  

In other news, classes this week were an utter mess because I don’t have a co-teacher yet.  Sure, it’s not like they had all summer to hire one... anyway, some classes came, some didn’t, some came that weren’t supposed to.  I just taught whoever showed up and studied Korean in between.

This term I teach grade two instead of grade one, because the people who made my schedule didn’t really do so intelligently.  So far, of course, English is wildly popular.  I’d like to attribute that to my own awesomeness, but I expect my lesson plan of song - funny PPT - acting - song - drawing - game had a lot more to do with it.  

On my way to my last grade two class of the week, I walked past one of the ones I’d taught earlier, who were all out in the hallway.  They all waved and ran up to me and enthusiastically yelled hello and hi.  This is a propos of nothing except that two of my bosses happened to also be in the hallway at the time.  You guys were watching that, right?  Right?  Yeah, I rock. 

Meanwhile, kids from last term’s afterschool class keep asking me if I’m teaching them this term and why I didn’t come to their class this week.  It’s not on my schedule for this term, and since they were pretty much all brats and I dreaded teaching them, I’m hoping it stays off my schedule.  It does seem, however, that the rancour only goes one way...