Semi-Annual Update

I've done a lovely job of neglecting this thing, haven't I? I was going to blame it on the fact that I now have a routine, causing one day to blur into the other and thus leaving me with nothing of interest to say here. But I just scrolled down my page and realized I failed to write much when I didn't have a routine, either.... Maybe I'm just a woman of few words. (Or maybe I just lack any form of discipline.)

The sinus infection has almost completely gone (knock on wood)! A couple of weeks or so ago, I went to the doctor to have him examine my useless sinuses (that I'm still a little angry with) and he surprised me with a shot in my cedar end (as my grandma likes to call it). Fortunately he didn't give it to me himself--he sent his nurse in to do his bidding. His nurse was a burly woman (if burly women do indeed exist in Asia) and she seemed to be a little insensitive and cold toward my nervous, "Will it hurt?" questions. She told me to bend over the table, then proceeded to jerk down my pants, slap my bum twice as hard as she could (at least that's how it felt), then she stuck the needle in. If distraction was what she was aiming for, then she did a great job. I was so stunned by the spanking that I didn't even realize I had gotten the shot, so I was a little surprised when I noticed she was standing there glaring at me, waiting for me to pull my pants back on and kindly leave the room. And now let's hope that I don't get sick again within the near future, because I would really rather not go through that whole episode again, thank you very much.

Other than that little tidbit of news, I really have nothing else to report. Jimmy has gotten a little better about controlling his bowel movements (he only had an accident in my class two times last week!), and the rest of my students seem to be getting along just fine. The novelty of having a new teacher has finally worn off, so my classes are now surprisingly calm. And I would even venture to say that my kids are developing a bit of an attitude; when I walk into their classrooms, they no longer run toward me screaming and smiling and saying "I love you, Miss McClintic!" (they seriously did that every day up until a couple of weeks ago). Nowadays they actually seem a little annoyed that they have to sit on the floor and interact with someone in a language they would really rather not speak. I can't say that I blame them, though (and it definitely helps that they're still cute).

OK, it was a poor attempt at a blog entry, but at least it was still an attempt, right? I'll try to update sooner next time, but I won't bother making a promise, as I seem to almost purposely break them.