As an addendum to the funny extra class story from last Friday, in which I found out that I wouldn't be teaching them anymore because they had found someone that they wouldn't have to pay:
I now AM teaching extra classes again. W T F?!? I mean, come on, for the love of God. Make up your damn minds, and stop screwing with me. I almost lost it today when my coteacher told me that, all nonchalant and shit while we're eating lunch. It's ridiculous. I mean, I felt a little bad, because it's not his fault. But still... I shouldn't have to put up with this shit... right?
I even went back to the school after lunch and checked my contract, just to see if I do, in actuality, have to put up with this shit. Turns out, I'm contractually obligated to teach extra classes "at the request of Employer." Dammit.
On a lighter note, I had an awesome day skiing yesterday! This was a much smoother day than the snowboarding I had back in December. I was a little nervous, simply because I hadn't skied since like, I don't even know... 2003? Hm... Also, does that word look funny to anyone else, or is it just me? "Skied?" Really...? It looks like the past tense of "sky," like, I jumped really high yesterday. I got mad hops, yo! Anyway, it was good. I didn't even fall down... whoo-ee! And yeah, that is kind of an accomplishment for me... a whole day of skiing without doing something stupid and completely beyond my control. And I'm not sure why, but it seemed much easier than I remember it. Especially the whole turning, S-curvy down the slope thing. I don't remember being able to do that, but yesterday it was like second nature or something. It was almost a little creepy, all of a sudden having this knowledge and comfort level that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before. Maybe the snowboarding helped me to feel more balanced, and have better body control through the turns, I'm not sure. Also, it was like 50 degrees and sunny yesterday, so that made for a good time. I don't know how they keep that fake snow from melting, but whatever they're doing, kudos! I think I might go back next weekend and try to get a few more good runs in before they close up shop for the winter. Wish me luck! :)
Two of the sweetest words in the English language were heard for the first time in many moons this past week: "Play ball!" There's like this special tingly feeling in the air when you know that somewhere, no matter how many thousands of miles distant, large men getting paid millions of dollars are donning Cardinals uniforms and smacking little 5.25-ounce genuine rawhide spheres held together by 108 hand-sewn stitches of red thread into orbit. My days got a little brighter. Silly, I know, but true. I'll make sure to hit up a Korean baseball game this summer and see what, if anything, differs from the game we're all used to.