I’m done with Shakira, or at least I think so. In the end it turned out funny for the kids. Some of my students were suddenly stricken by the “stage fright” plague, but they quickly recovered only to show how well trained they were. I heard a few comments by some of the parents standing close to me that went something like “and they’re learning. see”. All instructions coming out of my mouth were given in English, and all moments required an instruction like “left… right… up… down… sideways… clap your hands… spin around… jump… one, two three four…” But seriously, we could’ve had the same impact with a less rubbish song!
Now I’m rehearing Michael Jackson’s “thriller”. It’s gonna be great fun, I’m sure of it, It’s going to be done in the other school and by teachers. I’m sure it’s going to have a much greater impact because, you know, it’s Michael Jackson! Aaand it was my idea, so I’ll be the one teaching other teachers how to dance it tomorrow. By now, my feet ache like hell! I can’t even stand up! Hopefully, by Saturday I’ll be done dancing! Do I have to remind you that I totally hate, loathe dancing?!
On other issues, I read a funny “article” tomorrow on how goth’s all about death, killing and committing suicide. In that case it’s not dangerous at all since it doesn’t exist anymore, right? I mean, all goths have either been killed by their fellow goths or committed suicide!
Ok, enough writing for now, I have to, ermmm…, find something for dinner and it seems to me that Jari’s destroying the kitchen… I swear I’m gonna hide Rudolph: my cat’s always excited about hunting it! Yesterday night I was half asleep and suddenly I heard a scary noise like a chair being pulled or something… It was Jari playing with Rudolph, making it sing for the Nth time “Santa Claus is coming to town”. It’s played so often before that all it produces is a scratchy noise! By the way, here’s a picture of him, 1 year after finding me and moving in: