Over the past month or so, our teaching team has undergone some weird new changes.
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| A lovely new teaching team: none of them are Boris |
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| While we love Jerry and Jeremiah, it was sad to say goodbye to Fahim. Our teaching threesome, while not perfect, managed to create some sense of structure out of the pretty damn confusing jumble we were tossed into. Neither of them are Boris either. |
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| Back to the new folks, this is how Jeremiah eats his noodles |
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| His success rate is currently unknown |
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| New people = a new fascination with this pretty spectacular city |
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| A new interest in things like the Chinese Art Museum, shaped like a traditional Chinese alcohol cup |
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| This is a regular sight. It's really satisfying to know you can make a bed out of just about anything |
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| I asked if it was possible to borrow a toaster oven to teach the students how to bake bread, to which my boss responded "of course! I'll bring it tomorrow and leave it on your desk." The next day, I discovered a toaster and a waffle iron waiting on my desk. We've been making some pretty funky bread. |
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| Decided to spend an evening hacking at a coconut. So much effort, so little reward. My respect for coconut-choppers (if that's a thing) has skyrocketed. |
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| Cool unnecessary addition: one of my taxi seatbelt buckles didn't have a casing, so I played with it for the entire ride. It's actually so fascinating to just watch how the inside of a seatbelt buckle works. |
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| When my coffee arrived with a swan on top inside a golden cup, I laughed too hard not to take an artsy photo. I'm sorry for dragging you into this, Margaret Atwood. |
Last week, while semi-listening to Jeremiah ramble in the background as I worked on student vocab lists, he said "I think we make a really great teaching team. I'm so glad we have Jerry instead of Boris. I never really wanted to work with Boris. Who would want to work with a guy named 'Boris' anyway? Jerry's an awesome roommate - not like Boris would have been." Not paying attention, I didn't think about what he had said until after he left the room.
Who the hell is Boris? There has never been a "Boris" in this office.
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| Rather than hang out with his super- cool teachers, Roy has barricaded himself behind his ladder on the unmade upper bunk, warding us away with a pair of underwear 😞 |
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| Learning acro-yoga! |
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| The students set up the lights to form a spotlight over us |
We later realized that Boris was someone Fahim had mentioned once as a possibility for his replacement. As Boris was supposedly hard to get along with, Jeremiah had dreaded sharing his room with this person constantly until Jerry arrived. Meanwhile, the rest of us forgot he existed.
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| Weekly private sessions with each student, showing them just how legitimate we wholly-underqualified undergraduate teachers are. |
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| The "two originals" still powering on through all the changes |
