I cut and pasted this out of a rough copy I had scribbled in between classes 10 days ago and didn´t have time to post. The plan was to make myself unavailable for certain inconveniently far away classes and let myself be pushed slowly and comfortably out of a job — while continuing to collect my monthly salary, naturally. That didn´t fly. So I quit. No more riding the immigrant train Mon to Thurs to Fuente del Jarro, the biggest industrial polygon in Spain, to teach a 1.5hour class. Well, actually I´m completing the last week of my ¨two weeks notice¨ from Tues to Thurs next week, but that´s it.
So, that leaves me with my Spanish classes everyday from 12 to 2pm. Evening classes 6:30 to 9:30 at Casa Americana, and a pair of private classes with some snobby rich kids. Wicked.
But What About the Night Before?
2 years ago
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