Friday, January 30, 2009

Mr. Please-Be-My-X, Thy Name is Predictable (in addition to PBMX, of course)

So, it turns out that I cannot get a divorce without a copy of my marriage license. Simple enough for the average person, right? Well, since my separation, I've been trying to overcome my general pack-rat-iness by culling through literally every single thing I own every three or four months. Can you see where this is going? I've looked everywhere, which in my tiny apartment is not that many places, and it is not here. So, I finally realized I was just going to have to pay the $50 and get a copy.

Unfortunately, I did not get Australian citizenship during my marriage, and without an Australian passport to prove my identity, I can't get a copy of my own marriage license. So, I was forced to contact Mr. PBMX and send him the money to do it. In what has become his typical form over the 27 (!) months since our separation, he did something to himself which lead to hospitalization.

To one-up himself, this time he got evicted "because he was in the hospital" which I am taking to mean he didn't pay his rent, which was probably overdue, since he was only in the hospital for three days. So now he is apparently homeless. He lives in a country with national health care, so these all-too-frequent hospital stays are free, not to mention in a country with dole benefits generous enough to actually live on, and he still can't take care of himself. Sometimes I wonder what he did with the man I married.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My Students Never Fail to Amuse and I Never Fail to Not Have My Camera When They are Amusing

One of my first graders came in today wearing a fur-lined leather poncho (from India, of all places that don't really need fur-lined leather winter wear). Another girl immediately ran up to her, lifted the poncho, and stuck her face on the fur and rubbed away, mid-chest level. As I debated whether I should just let kids be kids or if I should stop one from sexually harrassing the other, the boys started shouting, "Cony's feeding Ahyun milk!" Over and over. Loudly. I just hope there are no parental phone calls requiring me to explain what happened in class.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Happy New Year!

I can't believe it's already mid-month! As usual "intensive" classes, held when students are ostensibly on holiday, are jam-packed with educational goodness. As a result, I've got a few bon mots from my sweet students. Here are some of my favorites:

Other than school, I've had a veritable flurry of brief visits. Week before last, my mother was here for a long weekend and today I had lunch with my step-father. He works for Delta, so he's here for work. Mama was here for me. :-) I was working, so we didn't get to do much, but it was still great to see her. My summer visit was cut short by the hurricane, as you may recall. I could link the post from September, but I probably won't.

School is going well, considering the academic director got married yesterday. No major lapses in planning or fore-thought. A minor miracle here on the peninsula. I finished with my SAT classes, so I no longer have to think up rationalizations for the minutiae of English grammar on the fly.

Next week, I get to fast forward through a nude scene in the movie my middle school class is watching. It's a class of boys, so I'm already snickering that they aren't going to get to see the one part of the movie that would be interesting to them. Remember the films you watched in school? Wouldn't a little nudity have made them more fun and interesting? Yeah.
My legs are dying at the moment. I've actually been sticking to my resolutions. No, not the one to randomly blackmail people that I put on my facebook page. My real resolutions: cut out processed foods and exercise. So far, I've learned that green smoothies are delicious, even if they look and sound vile; I've lost 3kg (yes, a sign of how far I have to go); and I've realized exactly how out of shape I had gotten. When I say it hurts to use stairs, I mean, up or down, three steps or three flights, I want to grimace in pain. By "want" of course, I mean that I probably am. Fortunately, I'm a foreigner, therefore, crazy. :-)
I have actually been knitting, but I don't have any good photos. A few weeks ago, I finished a February Lady Sweater in a lovely green. I finally got the buttons on after Mama left, but I still haven't worn it in public. Maybe to next weeks' SnB... I'm about 1/3 of the way finished with a Henley-style sweater (not from a pattern) in an eggplanty color. Aubergine, if you prefer. Dongdaemun was having a great sale on yarn, so I bought enough to make sweaters in four colors, including these two. :-) Now, I just have to make them. And finish them. And put buttons on them. And wear them in public.