to fight boredom on the job. Now don't get me wrong. I love this job to pieces and those pieces get everywhere and people scrunch up their noses and say, "did you step in a piece of work? It smells like love in here" but still, there is a certain amount of repeditiveness to the job (see last post). So I do little things to entertain myself. Lets start with this worsheet I made to teach about thanksgiving... (btw I left my thanksgiving message on the zombie blog).
You see, that's me daydreaming down there. That's what I do when I'm supposed to be "working" or "helping out" or "driving."
This is what I do when I grade the first year students' writing books.
I look out the window. A lot. The sea is right there!
A depiction of "tired" on the blackboard turned out to be a self portrait. Why did I choose a career that is so torturous to insomniacs?
Few things help with the constant colds and speaking soreness like hot lemon drinks from the vending machines. Hot! What a novel idea!
Of coarse, I spend a lot of downtime studying Japanese. This is a picture of a Japanese woman telling a gaijin how to properly worship the devil.