Well, not quite yet. The plumbers are installing it now. I actually had no idea this was coming. You see, earlier in the week, the toilet kept running on and the stopper wouldn’t seal in the reservoir. I contacted, for lack of a better term, our property manager, and someone was sent the following day. TheWife™ was out and about when he arrived, and I thought we communicated okay. The problem appeared to be solved, except for a small, but constant flow of water into the bowl. This has always been the case and thought it was intentional, as it was happening from the moment I moved in. There were also a couple cracks in the ceramic, but I thought nothing of it. This morning, the plumbing people show up with a new toilet. Surprise! The porcelain God decided that a new altar was be bestowed onto us, for delivery if its sacrificial sacrament. There’s a downside to our shiny turd collector; it can’t collect golden showers or chocolate hostages for a couple of days. If I need to go, I now have to run to the public toilet in my building– which is down a flight of stairs, and a half-way across the building. I’d call this a first world problem, but for some reason, I don’t feel as though I can classify this as one of those.
Oh yeah, I also started teaching this week after a 12-year hiatus.
And yes, it went well. I commented earlier this week that it was like riding a bike, and I still stand by that. I fell back into the process with relative ease. The only issues I’m having is timing vs content. Each class is two periods of 45-minutes each. Under and overfilling that time slot is a bit of challenge. Class sizes vary from 12 to 22, which means that the length it takes to finish an activity can drastically change from one class to another. I’ll get it figured out, I’m sure.
Something else I kind of forgot about was the charge to the ego that teaching can bring–which I think I’m far more aware of this time around. I think I can thank time and experience, and over a decade of self-reflection for this. I’ve noted before that there’s a fairly strong reverence towards teachers here, and it really demonstrated itself on Friday.
Before my classes started, a couple of classes got moved, with on being changed to 4:30 on Friday. Fine. Come Friday, I show up for my class thirty minutes early. I was surprised to find one of my student’s waiting for me outside of the classroom. We chit-chatted a little, and she told me that a lot of students might not show because of the change. Not everyone got the message. Apparently, they did get the message, but the messages were different by two hours. The coordinator gave me the wrong schedule. The interesting part about this is that not a single one of the students who eventually showed up (only eight of what should have been close to twenty), every said anything about. Just assumed my time was right, and their time was wrong, or just didn’t want to speak up about it. If this had been a class back in Canada, there’d at the very least be questions of what happened. Not here.
Oh, and one last thing. The new Foo Fighters dropped this week, and it is awesome.