… for three weeks.
Tomorrow, I start teaching the summer English course. I’m looking forward to having something to do again, but I’m not excited for the stress that will come with it. I think once I get started, it’ll be fine, but getting started is always the hardest part of everything. Once you get going, it’s fine.
Tomorrow is a late start; we don’t start teaching until 1pm, which is nice. My coworker is picking me up at 8:45am, so I can sleep in a little. That’ll help me get back into the swing of getting up at a time earlier than 10:30am. After that, we teach from 8:30-4:30 Monday to Thursday and 9:00 to 12:30 on two Saturdays. It’s only for three weeks. It’ll go by quickly. Plus, having most of Saturday free will be okay. And I can sleep in on Sunday.
See! There’s lots of positive to this. Let’s not forget the money. It’s a large sum, but it will have to last me until about February. It’s not like I can go on some huge shopping spree. I’m lucky to have this job. If I’m careful, I for sure can go on vacation somewhere.
In other news, I managed to clean the bathroom and mop the hallway today! I feel pretty awesome about that. I felt bad because I hadn’t really done much in the way of real cleaning other than dishes and wiping things up after I finished cooking. So now I feel less guilty; I know my roommates had been picking up the slack.
I’m not sure what I want to do with the rest of my day today. Tuesday, I’m meeting The Lawyer. My roommate met him at a bar, and talked me up to him. So at pub quiz on Tuesday night, I will meet The Lawyer. Looking forward to it. :)