First Day of Work, not.
Last night I had planned to sleep earlier than my regular sleeping time during my vacation, vacation without pay because I was jobless for 3 weeks. I wanted to sleep early because the next day would by my first day of work with Mrs. Son. I will be working with her for the next two months to teach her students from Korea. Before going to bed. I checked my computer to check the month of July for my scheduled appointments and things to accomplish the whole month. I realized that the next day is still June, June 30! Which is today. For the past 3 weeks I already had the mindset that I will start working on this day, June 30 which I thought is the first day of July.
New work, new place, new employer, new students and new teaching approach. My new job is tutorial. Which means, I am not in a classroom but in an ordinary room that could be possibly be a bedroom. I have lots of worries. Not with the pay but with environment. In the academy I was really preoccupied with lots of work. I deal with lots of people. If my schedule is full it means I have six to seven classes. In a class there are two to four students. And with six to seven classes a day I will be teaching students across the age, from elementary students to mothers who want to learn English to have boyfriends in the Philippines, just kidding. Tomorrow will be different. I might teach same students the whole day long. Eight hours my reader, eight hours. My greatest enemy would be my all time nemesis, boredom. Teaching the same faces all day long will be very very difficult for me. I want to stay positive but I can’t help but to worry. Better if there will be students like Grace (on the picture), it will be really better. Kekeke ^^ Fighting! (Koreans say fighting to boost their morale with a wrong choice of word in English, patawarin nyo ko mga kimchi hehehhee)
Grace with her flat expression.
“Saranghe”
Love, relationships, girlfriend, and commitment. These words are very confusing. They are all nouns, that’s what I am sure of. Two girls older than I am seem to have an interest with me. Their text messages flood my inbox. I am not annoyed with the things they do to me. In fact I am very flattered, makes me feel I am special. It’s just I am not interested with what I now they want. I can be a good friend to them as I always been to everyone. I reckon that they like me because they think that I am a very nice guy. Of course I know it’s not because of my looks, not that I have low self esteem. I just feel that they want to settle down and be seriously in love. I am not into it right now.
