Friday night

My Friday night is just another night. I work from 6-9pm. I have my most hated class from 6-7:20pm, a 20 minute break and then my most loved class from 7:40-9pm. Then I typically go home and change into more casual attire and go grab a late dinner. Tonight, I am having an Indian curry and orange juice. The curry is too hot so I have decided to continue writing.

My early class is in a large classroom and I have 24 students. They are stupid. Actually, I don't really know. They are just teenagers. And really obnoxious ones at that. I don't even like trying anymore. They talk over me. Most of them completely disinterested in learning English. Or so it appears that way. Tonight, I told them that teaching them English was like trying to feed a dead person dinner. Impossible.

So, I left them a little early with no goodbye and barely a glance in their direction. Got downstairs, fumed a little and went for a short walk in the rain. Then I regrouped and regained my almost-always-nearly-lost composure and taught my next group of students. They are at a lower level, but clearly more advanced. And respectful. And fun. And quiet. And want to learn. And they balance out the lows from earlier in the evening.

And then I hope on my motorbike and fly home as quickly as possible. And here I sit, enjoying my curry and orange juice and pondering how quickly this night is going to be over. It definitely won't be a late one because I teach at 8am on Saturday. Fortunately, I teach kids and they are mostly fantastic examples of how we should be leading our lives. Enjoying and living in the moment. Experiencing the here and now. Or so I like to think.