Tomorrow I sign a lease for my new apartment. The new teacher is coming to Anjo a couple of days after my birthday and will be taking my current living space. To make things easier for myself, as well as have a space to put off my stuff, I asked my boss if I could move early. She said yes, so I will be moving back to Nagoya the day after my birthday and will be making a commute for my remaining four days of work.
My neighborhood has a lot of older residents, who seem to love gardening. On my block alone, there are several houses with a plethora of potted plants around their entrances.
Yesterday I went out with a friend from work. We checked out a few shops in our area, then went to our favorite sushi place for lunch. I bought a new cover for my futon, made of fleese, that is supposed to trap in the heat. I tried it and it almost works too well.
So, we’ve been handing out a ton of student satisfaction surveys at work recently. They are pretty straight forward, asking students how they feel about their classes, their teachers, and the general atmosphere of the school. It’s set up like the standardized tests back home, with students filling in a bubble on a sheet, with a pencil. There are also sections where students are to write messages to the staff and teacherd. They then put it in a sealed box to be reviewed later.
To be honest, it has me nervous.
It’s been a long week. I always look forward to the weekend, after a week of dealing with students and teaching the same classes over and over. Thank goodness we’re done with the review and speech chapters for now.
It looks like tomorrow’s going to be an important day for me. After work, I’m scheduled to meet someone kind of important.
I’m nervous as all hell, even though everyone’s telling that I’ll do just fine. I want to believe them, but I am a worrier by nature.
Everyone, if you could keep your fingers crossed, I would be forever grateful.
Today I used a train station that I haven’t been to in some time. Besides being on a line that I rarely use anymore (I take the Hudson line now instead of the Harlem line), it’s a station I’m not overly comfortable being at alone, and the walk there is a bit longer that to the station closer to home.
On the way, I passed a construction site between two apartment buildings. Next to it was a tiny patch of green, where this little crocus was growing. It was the only blossom there and it was facing the construction equipment, like it was watching the workers turn the previously abandoned lot into another apartment complex.