Labor and Delivery

My freshman conversation lesson this week is on ordering a pizza for delivery. I teach it 16 times, so after awhile it becomes dull and I like to add little interesting sidenotes. "By the way, class, did you know that in America many people sell drugs out of their pizza delivery cars? Yes, it's true." One of the boys says to me, "Oh, teacher, really? Mary-Juana?" Yes, yes. And he continues, "Very delicious?" Ah, yes. "Teacher, have you ever smoked marijuana?" What am I to say? If they spoke English, I would reply, "I doubt that the present administration of Kyunggi-do education would look too favorably upon my answer, and I am therefore not at liberty to divulge that information to you." So, smirking and blushing, I replied, "It's a secret," and moved on to the next conversation drill.

Since I was not given a text book for any of my classes, I am required to create the entire curriculum from scratch. Most of that I did at the beginning of the semester, but as the students progress, I am forced to re-design some of the lessons I had planned. I worked quite zealously today at solidifying all of the lessons for the next two weeks so that I will have nothing pressing to do with my free time. The students are going to Jeju-do next week and then there's the holiday the week after and some extra exams that take all day, so all in all I will be working a total of six days in the next two weeks. I know, I must sound like the biggest whiner judging from some of my more recent posts. *sigh* Let's just chalk that up to the seemingly never-ending PMS. In order to pass the time of June more quickly into the summer holidays, I am considering hosting a candlelit wine-tasting party, by no means tame, in my apartment. I don't live in a shoe box, so no cause for alarm. Suggestions are welcome.