In a Sentimental Mood

I feel like a Tory MP with all the false promises I have made in this blog, regarding upping the frequency of them that is. Bit of a relief that, unlike jobs in the public sector & funding for education, the amount of blogs I upload is completely unimportant.
Besides, I have been pretty busy and this is still relatively quick on the back of the other. Currently I have some kinda illness, but definitely descending from the highest plateau of the malady now so there's no cause for concern/joy. Does have me feeling like complete shit still though, but that's only somatic...continuing to settle in here and mentally I feel quite content or whatever.
Not much to tell of from school really. Think I'm improving as a teacher but the jury is clearly still out amongst the children, was told in one ear today "You are a beautiful teacher", whilst in the other a kid whispered "You have two heads", so conflicting views. Also had a brilliant, very informative conversation with a little girl about shit the other day. Don't mean 'shit' as in 'things' there, but physical shit....anyway I took down a transcript at the time cos I thought it was great, so here it is:
"Joshua, what is the caca en Ingles?"
"Poo"
"Can I tell you about the poo?"
"Yeah...." (I must add that I only said yes because I assumed she wasn't actually gonna tell me about shit)
"The poo is one thing that is brown and soft and if you eat grass it is green and brown and if you are sick it is yellow and it comes out of your anus and...."
....at the mention of anus ("ah-noose") I had to stop her, although not before her friend intervened with "or Rectum!". If I ever see any of them eating grass, I'm not gonna stick around to see what happens next that's for sure. Such a strange dichotomy in these upper-class kids, this is a girl who had told me in the previous lesson that she likes to play Beethoven, but she also loves a crack concerning shit (that pun was completely unintentional, obviously I would never say anything so crude intentionally as my friends know well).
On Friday there was a staff party, at which a co-worker and myself got really drunk and leeched on the female staff before stealing the leftover alcohol at the end.....I like to think we set out our stall for the year to come. Weren't too embarrassing (of what I remember) though and now it seems easier to converse at school, so probably a good thing.
Not much happened at the weekend apart from that, sat in and watched a ridiculous amount of football as per usual (love for Falcao is growing week by week and I fear his lawyer might have a job on his hands sometime soon). Here I kinda intended to take what would be an unusual move for someone as narcissistic as myself and talk about something other than my own life for a change, although only to indulge myself in complaining about the current racism storm and the FA being comprised of a bunch of pathetic sycophants....but right now I don't feel much like going into it. I do think it's important that people as unimportant as myself talk about it though, Jamie Redknapp's advising that it is best we stop talking about it now is complete bollocks. If injustices aren't talked about then they heighten in their severity and regularity and so Jamie should be ignored even more than he usually is.
Signing out here, stuff to do before wasting yet another night watching football....hopefully see Franco's boys Pepe, Ronaldo and co. beaten in Germany tonight.

Lonnie's Lament

Finally getting round to writing another of these, working is not conducive to writing. My journey to Ecuador was really eventful but of the way back I don't remember much happening. The girl sitting next to me on the flight back to Europe was going insane with her prayers at the start of the journey, never seen somebody so scared of flying. Proud of myself, perhaps undeservedly, for sequestering my desire to turn to her with a crazy look on my face and say "Tonight, we dine in hell"....I guess probably she didn't speak English anyway. As I say I remember little else from that journey, this is about all - thoroughly searched for drugs in Guayaquil airport until they realised I wasn't traveling to Amsterdam, nearly missed my flight in Quito and lost 50 Euros in Madrid airport right after getting off the plane, slept an hour in two days and sorted out all the shit here like that, was a bleak time really.
That weekend I went to the At.Mad game vs Valladolid, which was pretty special. Once my financial situation is more steady I'm gonna go all the home games and finally realise my dream of becoming best friends with Falcao.
I started work the Monday after that so consequently I haven't seen much of Madrid yet, it seems pretty cool from what I have but I haven't really capitalised so far, so whatever opinions I give on the place in here are based mainly on my first impressions of my bedroom and the school. Work is pretty cool, it's maybe a little more difficult than I anticipated and I think it helps if you give more a shit than I do about things to teach primary, but still I think I am doing okay. Highlight so far was probably shitting all over one of them (metaphorically) in an Elvis Presley style dance-off the other day. Had a class voted over who won and he didn't get a vote, I killed it, never has there been a teacher with such hips.
Next week there is a staff party which is casino themed, so my gambling addiction will be revealed to all less than a month into work. I picture myself sitting at a table crying with my last 50 cents on black 17 after all the rest of the teachers have left to party in Madrid, pretty excited at the prospect.
I swear that from next week, I will start noting down when something funny or notable happens because right now I am writing this without any recollection of the last few weeks, which is a shame because it's been pretty funny I think.
Everybody at the school is cool and I'm, if not happy, at least getting by without too many grumblings. Except today I am far too hungover and a family in my apartment block have sang Cumpleanos Feliz about a million times, least in a couple of minutes the birthday is over and I have avoided shouting "I wish you had never been born!" out of the window. Gonna leave it here but I will keep on top of writing and maybe write another in a couple of days. Hopefully some exciting shit happens over the weekend for me to report. Hope all my Alaskan followers are doing great.