I have a job! Woohoo!
I met with a language school yesterday afternoon and they've set me up with a student this week, starting on Thursday. Classes will be every Tuesday and Thursday evenings, for an hour.
So it's definitely squeaky bum time now. The school will give me materials to use, and they'll include me on their mailing list which will have further students on it, so I can pick which ones are suitable when they come up. The times and places will always vary, but I knew that from the start anyway.
And so it begins. Hopefully it'll go smoothly on Thursday and I won't make her cry or anything, and she won't write horrible things about my face on the feedback form.
Expect further updates on Friday, most likely about my sudden new career change selling authentic Irish mangoes on Ipanema beach.
In other news, I went to the doctor today. Thankfully Hugo came along as interpreter, so I wouldn't make any hilarious faux pas and agree to have my balls amputated or anything. There's nothing wrong with me (that I know of), so I was just going for a check up and will get some tests done to see if I have any cool diseases or need my balls amputated. And I finally got the note to say that I can use swimming pools without everyone having to worry that they'll catch spina bifida off me.
This Thursday I'll go and get XrayZ of my sweet mouth for the dentist too. That'll be fun. I haven't been examined in years and I'm slightly worried they're going to have to amputate.
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