The good days, are the ones where you come home and collapse, unable to maintain the pretext of boundless energy any longer. But you made it, got through the door. They bought it. Technically, off days are bound to happen. The job is no different from life. But if half the job is teaching English, the other half is showing them what they could be, making every fumbling sentence seem like a step forward, instead of a failure. Because it is, it is, every time they find the courage to open their mouths even if it's just to say something completely wrong, it is. And I need them to believe that. And everything you have is just enough, to make them believe.
That's my inspirational sermon for the day. If I find the sanity, I'll throw something up over the weekend talking about the middle schools, and my new 11 year old friend, this absolutely fantastic kid named Daigo in the learning disabled class at the big elementary school. I also owe something about the tug of war festival and the end of Kagoshima. It has the grounds of a wonderful story. I'll try to fit it in over the weekend, but I have 4 dives planned. Getting my license! So much writing. So much busy.
Feels good.
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