Days here have got deathly boring. The day Annette got fired was probably my last interesting day at this strange kindergarten; well not just interesting but also having some conversation. Ann Christine is nice enough yet you cant really call her nice for doing all the cleaning stuff so that we teachers are free to do the teaching; occasionally she tells us what we have to do. Apart from this she prefers staying aloof, silent and deliberately taciturn, almost wooden and icy cold, probably she does this on purpose to maintain her distance from the employees or she really does feel averted and repulsed at the prospects of talking with them. In six hours I rarely speak to her six times.
Cathy has replaced Annette for the time being. She is another one, a disturbingly quiet, over the top satisfied frog in a well. She has no idea what the world outside is up to, and has no desire to be part of it even if she did. She speaks no English and self complacently tells me that "English is not my thing". So I am stuck with only the children to exercise my tongue and hear my own voice. Sometimes I wish Annette hadn't gone.
Cathy has replaced Annette for the time being. She is another one, a disturbingly quiet, over the top satisfied frog in a well. She has no idea what the world outside is up to, and has no desire to be part of it even if she did. She speaks no English and self complacently tells me that "English is not my thing". So I am stuck with only the children to exercise my tongue and hear my own voice. Sometimes I wish Annette hadn't gone.
