I ran out of grapefruit seed extract last year and began using grape seed extract. At 60mg a capsule they're half the potency of the gfs capsules and I wonder if the sore throat I struggle with now is because of this.
Well, I attended the teacher's conference this past weekend, threw in the cv to five schools and did not get one invite to interview. I know if I were a recruiter I'd probably red flag it. Four places lived in four years, two jobs, two years, two I quits. If I had been invited for an interview I could have explained the jobs in Salalah and Gazientap weren't bad, really, I just wanted to be in Nepal more.
And you don't want to be in Nepal more now?
Moving to Nepal requires calculated risks and a bank account with enough in it in the unlikelihood I must leave again. Going there is easy, staying isn't.
So we're in week three, there are no breaks for the next twelve weeks. Four days of teaching, 20 contact hours, a Thursday where we are being bombarded with 'meetings' to many they are irrelevant in a place that can't provide direction. When standards are 'moderated' it undermines teacher's efforts to be honest and soon enough we're all cutting corners. How many of my students stand a chance of passing this intermediate level? One in four. The admin would probably like to see 2.5 in four, maybe 3 out of four, especially when so many are repeating. And you're prepared to concede your integrity to get them out, to push them on, to wave goodbye?
In two weeks I'll inquire about the road pass. Another two plus hours and $52 in taxis to do the Jizi jig and it is the worst experience here. I told the taxi drivers how stupid this was and I can only hope they'll continue with the oral tradition and spread the word, the minority are not happy.
So you're content staying here for another year? With a road pass, maybe a car, yes, I think. Where else can I go? Ideas come and go and that is part of the problem, they go. Returning to school is ideal but so impractical. NYU anyone? I don't fear debt, I fear not getting money to go into debt.
And I almost forgot. Today is St. Patrick's Day. No beer, sniff sniff, but we'll be wearing a green tie, from Varanasi, and my jade ring. Ay o Lord, have mercy on us, life is too hard for too many, show us some love, make us believe it's all gonna work out in the end. The very worst you can do is be silent. Really.
Well, I attended the teacher's conference this past weekend, threw in the cv to five schools and did not get one invite to interview. I know if I were a recruiter I'd probably red flag it. Four places lived in four years, two jobs, two years, two I quits. If I had been invited for an interview I could have explained the jobs in Salalah and Gazientap weren't bad, really, I just wanted to be in Nepal more.
And you don't want to be in Nepal more now?
Moving to Nepal requires calculated risks and a bank account with enough in it in the unlikelihood I must leave again. Going there is easy, staying isn't.
So we're in week three, there are no breaks for the next twelve weeks. Four days of teaching, 20 contact hours, a Thursday where we are being bombarded with 'meetings' to many they are irrelevant in a place that can't provide direction. When standards are 'moderated' it undermines teacher's efforts to be honest and soon enough we're all cutting corners. How many of my students stand a chance of passing this intermediate level? One in four. The admin would probably like to see 2.5 in four, maybe 3 out of four, especially when so many are repeating. And you're prepared to concede your integrity to get them out, to push them on, to wave goodbye?
In two weeks I'll inquire about the road pass. Another two plus hours and $52 in taxis to do the Jizi jig and it is the worst experience here. I told the taxi drivers how stupid this was and I can only hope they'll continue with the oral tradition and spread the word, the minority are not happy.
So you're content staying here for another year? With a road pass, maybe a car, yes, I think. Where else can I go? Ideas come and go and that is part of the problem, they go. Returning to school is ideal but so impractical. NYU anyone? I don't fear debt, I fear not getting money to go into debt.
And I almost forgot. Today is St. Patrick's Day. No beer, sniff sniff, but we'll be wearing a green tie, from Varanasi, and my jade ring. Ay o Lord, have mercy on us, life is too hard for too many, show us some love, make us believe it's all gonna work out in the end. The very worst you can do is be silent. Really.
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