I had my doctor's appointment this afternoon and it went really well. I first had a non-stress test scheduled, which is when they monitor the baby's heartbeat and whether or not I'm contracting for up to an hour. This is the second NST I've had and Baby is still looking peachy.
Also, I have dilated to almost 4 cm, so that is great news!
Since I am 40 weeks, 4 days along, Dr. L gave me the option of inducing.
I took it. haha!
She looked into sending me straight over to Labor & Delivery, but they were pretty busy, so I am scheduled to show up tomorrow morning at 6:00 to start this thing!
We should have our baby sometime tomorrow!
That is, if I don't go into labor tonight...
Since she checked me, I have been contracting semi-regularly. Dr. L said there is a possibility that it could happen on its own tonight, so we'll just have to see.
It's about 10:30 and I am headed to bed so that I am nice and rested for tomorrow, provided that I can fall asleep!
Stephen and I are so excited. We went to Palm Restaurant tonight for Surf 'n Turf to celebrate our last night as "just us".
It was delicious and I am stuffed!
We will try to update the blog and/or Facebook whenever we can. We can't wait for you all to meet Baby Bruce!
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Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
It's Over...What's Next?
It is finished. Over. Completed. That's all. Closed. Ceased. Concluded. Done for. Ended. Executed. In the past. Wrapped up. Over and done. Through.
In Russian: "fsyo"
I have had a couple of days to unwind and think about what has come to a close.
The worst professional year of my life.
Yes, this has been the most difficult year of my life, actually ~ mostly due to my job. But when you spend over 10 hours a day at a destructive place, it wears on you.
This is me and my teaching assistant, Katherine. Difficult year.
All lined up, ready to go to the assembly, where the Headmaster informed the entire school that I have found the atmosphere in the big K "procreational."
I wanted to crawl under my chair.
I put on a happy face for my kids, while dealing with one headache after another with administration. One headache including the accounting department deliberately choosing an exchange rate that did not exist and shorting all of us a few hundred dollars in our pay.
Don't worry ~ it just reminded me over and over that those of us who are leaving the school are doing the right thing.
I was a wreck on Friday night because I was just so relieved. I could not stop crying.
Our actual last day was on Saturday because we had this ridiculous awards ceremony that couldn't possibly have been done on Friday afternoon.
Then, we had a Summer Ball to attend on Saturday night at the school, with the parents.
A group of us decided to go for a drink before the Ball.
In Russian: "fsyo"
I have had a couple of days to unwind and think about what has come to a close.
The worst professional year of my life.
Yes, this has been the most difficult year of my life, actually ~ mostly due to my job. But when you spend over 10 hours a day at a destructive place, it wears on you.
Even these goof-ball faces tortured me at times. Two-thirds of the children you see in this picture had no English knowledge nine months ago.
Now, they all understand me, verbally. Even the little guy who joined our class in March.
This is me and my teaching assistant, Katherine. Difficult year.
All lined up, ready to go to the assembly, where the Headmaster informed the entire school that I have found the atmosphere in the big K "procreational."
I wanted to crawl under my chair.
I put on a happy face for my kids, while dealing with one headache after another with administration. One headache including the accounting department deliberately choosing an exchange rate that did not exist and shorting all of us a few hundred dollars in our pay.
Don't worry ~ it just reminded me over and over that those of us who are leaving the school are doing the right thing.
I was a wreck on Friday night because I was just so relieved. I could not stop crying.
Our actual last day was on Saturday because we had this ridiculous awards ceremony that couldn't possibly have been done on Friday afternoon.
Then, we had a Summer Ball to attend on Saturday night at the school, with the parents.
A group of us decided to go for a drink before the Ball.
Sonia, Katy, and me. And yes, that is a glass of red wine in my hands. Don't judge. If there was one day where I really wanted that glass, it was Saturday. And it tasted so good on my lips! And it was the only glass I had.
Stephen, Rick, Matthew, and Berian. Flashing gang signs??? I don't know. They're British and Australian. Ha!
Another girls' picture, with Narita.
At the Ball, with Katherine. I just barely fit into my Banana Republic jungle dress. This Ball was like, a big deal or something. All the teaching assistants and local teachers went and got their hair and make-up done. I just wore the same thing from that morning. I don't think I even refreshed my make-up. My apathy was at its peak.
The whole last couple of days were very bittersweet. All of us could not wait to be done, which is a feeling I don't think you quite understand, unless you have taught. And then, try teaching at a place that treats you as horribly as we have been treated this year. Sayonara!
But then, I had to say good-bye to many good friends. All the teachers left early on Sunday morning to go home for the summer, and on to their new jobs later this summer. I really hope I get to see some of them again, but it will be very difficult. We are on opposite sides of the world, afterall.
Without these friends, I don't think I would have made it through the year. I barely made it, as it is!
I am looking forward to what comes next, though! I haven't really talked about our plans on here yet, as we have been praying about what to do and searching for what God calls us to do. Plus, most of our close friends and family already know what we are doing next. The plan, for now, is to move back to the Rocky Mountain State at the end of this month. We will be living in our house, only less than an hour away from our parents, starting in August. Huzz is going to be starting his own business, out of our home. We will be preparing for our little peanut to arrive in November! We will be reconnecting with old friends, and hopefully making lots of new ones at the church that we find our home, and through other connections and service in our community.
I am looking forward to gardening in our backyard.
I am looking forward to designing a nursery and decorating the rest of the house the way I like it. Huzz is trying to convince me that the pinkish/southwest color in the kitchen and bedroom is nice. Smirk, smirk. Haha!
I am looking forward to normalcy.
However, I am not naive. I am also anticipating some major adjusting. We have been living in a Muslim country with much lower living standards than we are used to in the US. As nice as it will be to be back home, we will have to adjust back. As weird as some things are here, we have become accustomed and somewhat comfortable with some ways of living here. Like cold showers.
Just kidding. You never get used to that.
I would covet your prayers for us during the next few weeks and months. Once again, we are moving. And trying to find our place. And still begging for God to confirm to us that we are following His will. And we are adding a little person to our family.
I can't wait to see most of you and get caught up! 10 days and we're home!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Good-bye, Grandma Bruce...
When I first met Grandpa and Grandma Bruce, Huzz and I were a month and a half away from tying the knot. Riley and I drove from Colorado and met Fiancee in Omaha and then the three of us drove the three hours to Okoboji, Iowa. It was a quick visit, but I was so happy to get to meet Grandpa and Grandma and they were clearly grateful we had made the trip.
Before we had left for Iowa, Fiancee's dad (FIL) had told Stephen that we should go to Perkins and pick up a French Silk Pie because Grandpa really liked them. So when we arrived, we were really hungry and said we were going to go to KFC and pick up some lunch and would either of them like us to bring something back for them?
Grandma spoke right up and said, "I'd really like one of those little Snacker chicken sandwiches and a side of coleslaw. It's just the right size for me!" Grandpa responded with a gruff, "No."
So Stephen suggested to Grandpa that we pick up a French Silk pie for later on after dinner. He again responded gruffly, "No, I don't like that!"
We still laugh when we tell that story. Our suspicion is that FIL is the one who really likes the French Silk pies! Haha.
Also, when we arrived at Grandpa and Grandma's house, Riley was all-a-flutter, as she was very excited to be out of the car. I was nervous about her jumping up on Grandpa or Grandma and I gave her a stern talking-to before we went inside. Although Riley speedily went through the house, sniffing all the corners and furniture, she walked calmly up to Grandma and sniffed her, licked her hand, and laid calmly at her feet. She had found her place for the weekend! The only time Riley left Grandma's side is when we took her outside to throw the ball for her and let her to her business. She was happiest inside, next to Grandma, where it was nice and air-conditioned.
During that weekend, I was struck by Grandma's gentleness and Grandpa's gruffness. The two were complete opposites of each other and such an amazing balance. I could tell right away that Grandpa could be a big teddy-bear and liked to look tougher than he was. And Grandma had the sweetest, most humble heart. We all knew they wouldn't be able to make it out to Colorado for our wedding because of their health issues, so it was a special weekend for me to get their blessing.
Grandma had MS for many years. However, she was such a fighter and did everything she was "supposed" to do to cope with the disease. When Grandma passed away on Wednesday, she did not go because of the MS. She has been battling other health issues since last October or so. Last October! That was why we were so surprised when Grandpa died in his sleep in December. When we got the call from Stephen's brother, we were ready to hear that Grandma had died, but she was still fighting. 
Before we had left for Iowa, Fiancee's dad (FIL) had told Stephen that we should go to Perkins and pick up a French Silk Pie because Grandpa really liked them. So when we arrived, we were really hungry and said we were going to go to KFC and pick up some lunch and would either of them like us to bring something back for them?
Grandma spoke right up and said, "I'd really like one of those little Snacker chicken sandwiches and a side of coleslaw. It's just the right size for me!" Grandpa responded with a gruff, "No."
So Stephen suggested to Grandpa that we pick up a French Silk pie for later on after dinner. He again responded gruffly, "No, I don't like that!"
We still laugh when we tell that story. Our suspicion is that FIL is the one who really likes the French Silk pies! Haha.
Also, when we arrived at Grandpa and Grandma's house, Riley was all-a-flutter, as she was very excited to be out of the car. I was nervous about her jumping up on Grandpa or Grandma and I gave her a stern talking-to before we went inside. Although Riley speedily went through the house, sniffing all the corners and furniture, she walked calmly up to Grandma and sniffed her, licked her hand, and laid calmly at her feet. She had found her place for the weekend! The only time Riley left Grandma's side is when we took her outside to throw the ball for her and let her to her business. She was happiest inside, next to Grandma, where it was nice and air-conditioned.
During that weekend, I was struck by Grandma's gentleness and Grandpa's gruffness. The two were complete opposites of each other and such an amazing balance. I could tell right away that Grandpa could be a big teddy-bear and liked to look tougher than he was. And Grandma had the sweetest, most humble heart. We all knew they wouldn't be able to make it out to Colorado for our wedding because of their health issues, so it was a special weekend for me to get their blessing.
Grandma had MS for many years. However, she was such a fighter and did everything she was "supposed" to do to cope with the disease. When Grandma passed away on Wednesday, she did not go because of the MS. She has been battling other health issues since last October or so. Last October! That was why we were so surprised when Grandpa died in his sleep in December. When we got the call from Stephen's brother, we were ready to hear that Grandma had died, but she was still fighting.
When we went home at Christmas, we made the trip to Iowa for Grandpa's memorial service and to see Grandma.
When we told Stephen's parents that I was pregnant, they were leaving later that day to go see Grandma. FIL said, "Well, I'm going to have to tell Grandma!" This caused laughter about a week later because Stephen's cousin, Jeremia, sent him an email that said, "Congratulations! I know I'm not supposed to know yet, but Grandma talks in her sleep!"
She was excited for a great-grandbaby!
We will miss you so much, Grandma. I know I didn't know you for very long, but I have some memories of you that I will share with our children. I know Stephen will miss you a lot and wishes he could be there tomorrow for your memorial service.
The family will have the burial services for both Grandpa and Grandma this summer, when all family members are back in the country.
We are so thankful Grandma isn't in pain anymore and she is another one who is dancing with Her Father!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Christmas in Colorado...In Iowa...Part 5...
If you haven't read the post below, do so first.
The day after Christmas, we took off with Stephen's parents and Erik & Julie and headed across Nebraska to Iowa. Thankfully, we had great weather to and from Iowa, so we were able to make the trip in about 13 hours, each way. We drove on the 26th, stayed the 27th, and drove back on the 28th. It was quick, but good.
The Memorial Service for Grandpa was nice. We all even managed to have a chuckle while singing "That Old Rugged Cross," as there was a little typo. Instead of the words in the bulletin reading "for a world of lost sinners was slain," it said, "for a world of lost dinners was slain." I was sitting in between Stephen and Erik and was using both of my elbows!
Here is a picture of Erik & Julie
Even though we were in Iowa to mourn the loss of Grandpa, we were able to have some fun with Stephen's cousins. Here are Stephen, Erik, and Nick.
And for some reason, this picture won't show up in blogger upright, even though I've turned it around. This is Bruiser. He belongs to Uncle Randy and Aunt Cinda. The first time I met Bruiser a year and a half ago, he was still a puppy, but managed to almost knock me to the ground. He is much more docile now. Good boy, Bruiser!
Us
In the evening after the service, we got Papa Murphy's and hung out at the house, playing "Would You Rather" and "Fact or Crap." Two quality games...
Uncle Randy preferred to focus on the football games. Uncle Randy likes me more than Stephen because I am a HUSKER fan!
After we ate, we went over to the nursing home to have Christmas with Grandma. Here is Stephen, giving her the present from us.
And here she is, laughing at something. I love this picture of her.
Stephen and his Grandma
Us and Grandma
Almost all of the grandchildren: Stephen, Nick, Coury, Rob, and Erik - Michael had to leave early to head to Colorado for a ski trip
The whole crew
It was great to see everyone! Most we hadn't seen since our wedding, more than a year ago! Maybe we'll get to see you again this summer!
Goodbye Grandpa Bruce...
**UPDATE** I wrote this way back on December 2, and for some reason, never published it. I thought I had! This will help you understand the next post.
On Sunday night, about 1:30 in the morning, I woke up to my cell phone ringing on the floor next to my side of the bed. I was in a deep sleep, so I'm sure it took awhile for it to actually wake me up.
I answered with a froggy "hello"? There was a man's voice on the other end that I couldn't really recognize and it sounded like it was a wrong number. He said "hello" back a couple of times, but wasn't responding to me.
So I hung up.
A few minutes later, it rang again and I had a feeling of dread come over me. Something has happened back home.
It was Erik, Huzz's brother. He said he didn't have good news. I handed the phone right to Stephen.
Since I could only hear one side of the conversation, I was confused. But, I thought I knew what the bad news was.
Stephen's Grandma Bonnie has been quite sick for the past several weeks. In and out of the hospital, and now permanently needing hospital care. It has been a worry for everyone, as his grandparents have lived in Iowa for over 30 years, and their home is about 2 1/2 hours away from any family. Stephen's aunt and uncle live in Omaha, which is the closest.
After talking to Erik for about 10 minutes, Stephen hung up the phone and was just quiet. I asked him what happened and he said that Grandpa had died.
What?
Thankfully, it looks like he died peacefully in his sleep, as his book was resting on his chest when Stephen's aunt went to wake him up on Sunday morning.
We are thankful for Grandpa's life.
I am thankful I was able to meet both Grandpa and Grandma Bruce before Stephen and I got married.
Stephen is shocked, as I'm sure the rest of the family is feeling this way, too. Please keep everyone in your thoughts and prayers. Making memorial service preparations, while taking good care of Grandma is a lot to deal with all at one time.
We are hoping we get to travel to Iowa to see Grandma while we are home in the US.
We will miss you, Grandpa. We hope you are dancing in heaven!
On Sunday night, about 1:30 in the morning, I woke up to my cell phone ringing on the floor next to my side of the bed. I was in a deep sleep, so I'm sure it took awhile for it to actually wake me up.
I answered with a froggy "hello"? There was a man's voice on the other end that I couldn't really recognize and it sounded like it was a wrong number. He said "hello" back a couple of times, but wasn't responding to me.
So I hung up.
A few minutes later, it rang again and I had a feeling of dread come over me. Something has happened back home.
It was Erik, Huzz's brother. He said he didn't have good news. I handed the phone right to Stephen.
Since I could only hear one side of the conversation, I was confused. But, I thought I knew what the bad news was.
Stephen's Grandma Bonnie has been quite sick for the past several weeks. In and out of the hospital, and now permanently needing hospital care. It has been a worry for everyone, as his grandparents have lived in Iowa for over 30 years, and their home is about 2 1/2 hours away from any family. Stephen's aunt and uncle live in Omaha, which is the closest.
After talking to Erik for about 10 minutes, Stephen hung up the phone and was just quiet. I asked him what happened and he said that Grandpa had died.
What?
Thankfully, it looks like he died peacefully in his sleep, as his book was resting on his chest when Stephen's aunt went to wake him up on Sunday morning.
We are thankful for Grandpa's life.
I am thankful I was able to meet both Grandpa and Grandma Bruce before Stephen and I got married.
Stephen is shocked, as I'm sure the rest of the family is feeling this way, too. Please keep everyone in your thoughts and prayers. Making memorial service preparations, while taking good care of Grandma is a lot to deal with all at one time.
We are hoping we get to travel to Iowa to see Grandma while we are home in the US.
We will miss you, Grandpa. We hope you are dancing in heaven!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
A New First...
Well, today was an....interesting.....day.
Huzz and I are staying at his parents' house now and woke up in time to go to late church this morning. We also woke up to light snow flurries, and a dusting that occurred overnight and stuck to the roads. The roads were great this morning...
After church, we came home and grabbed a bite to eat. Then, I headed out in my father-in-law's car to go visit my treasured friend, Angie. We had big plans to escape to a nearby Starbucks and sip away on their Peppermint Mochas and I wanted to try the Salted Caramel Apple Cider. We did not make it there!
Angie hopped in the car with me and I very carefully made my way down the hill that they live on and stopped at the four-way stop. No one was at the intersection, so I proceeded to cross and all of a sudden heard Angie yelling. I turned to look and saw green coming at us, so I floored the gas, but we didn't get out of the way in time.
A green pick-up came from the street on our right side and slid through his stop sign and hit the back right passenger door and sent us spinning on the road. Do you know that sound, when your car is hit? BANG!
The side airbags deployed and one of them hit Angie on her arm. She is alright, but will probably be sore and I'm guessing she'll have a bruise.
The driver of the truck was nice about it all and admitted fault several times. I am just so relieved both Angie and I are okay.
Angie commented a few times about how nice I was to the other driver. I'm not one to get angry when I'm scared. I was just in shock, I think. My hands were shaking through the whole episode, though. Talk about adrenaline rush!
So, I am the in-law, who has earned the out-law status by wrecking my father-in-law's car!
Oh, boy.
My gracious father-in-law is also just glad we are both okay. I am also very glad the accident wasn't my fault! Although, it was the first accident I've been in when I've been driving.
After the police and paramedics came and I wrote my statement, Stephen and his dad had showed up and Stephen took Angie and I back up the street to her house. We drank peppermint tea instead and just enjoyed each other's company.
Angie, even though today didn't go quite as planned, I am SO happy we were still able to sit and talk. This will surely be a day we'll never forget, huh?
Huzz and I are staying at his parents' house now and woke up in time to go to late church this morning. We also woke up to light snow flurries, and a dusting that occurred overnight and stuck to the roads. The roads were great this morning...
After church, we came home and grabbed a bite to eat. Then, I headed out in my father-in-law's car to go visit my treasured friend, Angie. We had big plans to escape to a nearby Starbucks and sip away on their Peppermint Mochas and I wanted to try the Salted Caramel Apple Cider. We did not make it there!
Angie hopped in the car with me and I very carefully made my way down the hill that they live on and stopped at the four-way stop. No one was at the intersection, so I proceeded to cross and all of a sudden heard Angie yelling. I turned to look and saw green coming at us, so I floored the gas, but we didn't get out of the way in time.
A green pick-up came from the street on our right side and slid through his stop sign and hit the back right passenger door and sent us spinning on the road. Do you know that sound, when your car is hit? BANG!
The side airbags deployed and one of them hit Angie on her arm. She is alright, but will probably be sore and I'm guessing she'll have a bruise.
The driver of the truck was nice about it all and admitted fault several times. I am just so relieved both Angie and I are okay.
Angie commented a few times about how nice I was to the other driver. I'm not one to get angry when I'm scared. I was just in shock, I think. My hands were shaking through the whole episode, though. Talk about adrenaline rush!
So, I am the in-law, who has earned the out-law status by wrecking my father-in-law's car!
Oh, boy.
My gracious father-in-law is also just glad we are both okay. I am also very glad the accident wasn't my fault! Although, it was the first accident I've been in when I've been driving.
After the police and paramedics came and I wrote my statement, Stephen and his dad had showed up and Stephen took Angie and I back up the street to her house. We drank peppermint tea instead and just enjoyed each other's company.
Angie, even though today didn't go quite as planned, I am SO happy we were still able to sit and talk. This will surely be a day we'll never forget, huh?
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I'm a Little Behind...
I am the worst wife, ever! Even though things have been crazy, there is no excuse for me withholding the biggest CONGRATULATIONS that I can produce to my husband:
This is him, holding his CFA Level 3 results, which said he.................
PASSED!!!!!!! Whew!
Nothin' like a nice cold one to celebrate ~ yes, this was back on August 22, but whatever. And he went for the expensive import beer....Amstel!
This is him, holding his CFA Level 3 results, which said he.................
PASSED!!!!!!! Whew! He never has to take a CFA test, ever again! I am so proud of you, Stephen! You worked so hard ~ I know this because I was there with you in our 375 sq.ft. apartment, trying my darndest to be quiet, which was especially hard when I'd put on my I-pod while I did dishes or whatever and couldn't help but sing along. (I intensely annoyed him a few times!)
Nothin' like a nice cold one to celebrate ~ yes, this was back on August 22, but whatever. And he went for the expensive import beer....Amstel!Tuesday, September 30, 2008
How Are Things?
It's been a little while since my last post. Sorry 'bout that.
The kid that I got suspended is still having issues. His lovely mum approached my teammate a couple of weeks ago out in public and told her how much she despises the "insert name of school here" teachers. She ended up yelling at *Shelly and *Shelly ran away and hid behind a pillar until the mom left. Crazy, huh?
Then yesterday, I noticed the student wasn't at school. Turns out he's been psychologically evaluated and will not be returning to the school. It's so weird how things can turn out, isn't it?
Although, I saw him here today, so I think his parents must be sending him here until they figure out what to do with him. Fantastic.
Stephen and I went to the opera house last Friday night to see the ballet, Swan Lake. It was pretty good, actually! Surprisingly, I liked the music more than the dancing. I was surprised at how much of the music sounded familiar. Tchaikovsky. Did I butchar that spelling?
After the ballet, we went to a German restaurant with our friends, *Joe and *Valerie. We had big plates of french fries and a huge platter of sausages. I was so exhausted from the busy week that I was falling asleep at the table by the end of the meal. We had a good time.
Then, on Saturday night, we went out with Shelly and her husband, *Mark and another teacher couple to an early dinner and had a delicious meal. We stopped at the neighborhood bar to send off one of the teachers who has quit and is headed to Hong Kong this week. We then made our way to Shelly's with a cake in hand that our driver had given us. His son had turned 1 on Saturday, so he gave US a cake! Weird tradition, but I like it. The cake was pretty good and we had a fun time getting to know our new friends.
We went to church on Sunday, for the second time, and met a lot of new people. The pastor's wife invited us over for lunch this coming Sunday and there will be several other people there for us to meet.
I am spent. It turns out that I have a much heavier timetable than most of the teachers here (yet I am getting paid the same) and they are talking about making us teach our class more by replacing one of the Russian classes with more English. Yipee-skippy.
We still don't have resources and curriculum. Teaching is....well, you know.
I have a large stack of grading to tackle.
Dos Vadanya.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent
The kid that I got suspended is still having issues. His lovely mum approached my teammate a couple of weeks ago out in public and told her how much she despises the "insert name of school here" teachers. She ended up yelling at *Shelly and *Shelly ran away and hid behind a pillar until the mom left. Crazy, huh?
Then yesterday, I noticed the student wasn't at school. Turns out he's been psychologically evaluated and will not be returning to the school. It's so weird how things can turn out, isn't it?
Although, I saw him here today, so I think his parents must be sending him here until they figure out what to do with him. Fantastic.
Stephen and I went to the opera house last Friday night to see the ballet, Swan Lake. It was pretty good, actually! Surprisingly, I liked the music more than the dancing. I was surprised at how much of the music sounded familiar. Tchaikovsky. Did I butchar that spelling?
After the ballet, we went to a German restaurant with our friends, *Joe and *Valerie. We had big plates of french fries and a huge platter of sausages. I was so exhausted from the busy week that I was falling asleep at the table by the end of the meal. We had a good time.
Then, on Saturday night, we went out with Shelly and her husband, *Mark and another teacher couple to an early dinner and had a delicious meal. We stopped at the neighborhood bar to send off one of the teachers who has quit and is headed to Hong Kong this week. We then made our way to Shelly's with a cake in hand that our driver had given us. His son had turned 1 on Saturday, so he gave US a cake! Weird tradition, but I like it. The cake was pretty good and we had a fun time getting to know our new friends.
We went to church on Sunday, for the second time, and met a lot of new people. The pastor's wife invited us over for lunch this coming Sunday and there will be several other people there for us to meet.
I am spent. It turns out that I have a much heavier timetable than most of the teachers here (yet I am getting paid the same) and they are talking about making us teach our class more by replacing one of the Russian classes with more English. Yipee-skippy.
We still don't have resources and curriculum. Teaching is....well, you know.
I have a large stack of grading to tackle.
Dos Vadanya.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent
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