My! What I guy, that Gaston!

So I haven't written in awhile--surprise, surprise. Since I wrote last, there's been a few big things that have happened.

At school, we got a schedule change because the M4, M5, and M6 students all leave school at 11am on Fridays to go to military training.  This means the whole weekly schedule gets revised.  As a result, writing is no longer its own subject.  I do have a co-teacher again, which is good, and it's Bence, so that's a win!  However, I now only teach every third class because the other times the class is devoted to reading.  So for two of every three weeks, I go to class and stand there, bored, as Megan and Bence teach reading (which they admit is boring too).  Plus, I keep getting extra, inane tasks that take me out of the few classes I do have to do work that is pointless and tedious and makes me hate SG and my job.  Needless to say, for awhile there I was in a bit of a funk about being here and I was wondering how I was going to make it through a year of this.  If it would not have been for feeling like I was letting Bence and my students down, I might have tendered my resignation and left in October after the first semester.

Then, I met Gaston, the love of my life!  Haha.  Basically, I finally went to dance class one Sunday with Amanda.  It was Contemporary Ballet taught by Gaston.  For an hour and a half I was so happy!  I didn't think about school at all while I was there, instead I was having fun and mostly thinking about how to correct all of my body position issues that I have from not having danced in a few years and never having trained really well.  I never realized how much I missed dance class because I just sort of faded out of it.  But, during that first class I remembered how much I love doing it and how much joy it brings!  To watch Gaston dance, he does the routine all out every time, smiling and performing to himself in the mirror.  It's a little bit funny, but mostly he looks so gosh darn happy you just want to jump in and do it too!  Since that first class, I have been going to five classes a week, four nights of the week, three of which are with Gaston.  I am going to have absolutely no money, but it is worth it because I am mentally and physically much healthier than I was three weeks ago.

Gaston, whom I LOVE, by the way, is a tiny, noticeably gay, Argentinian man in his late 30s or 40s who speaks fluent Spanish(obviously), English, and Japanese, and a little bit of Thai.  He is amazing!  For more details about all of the reasons I love Gaston, you can see Meg's Facebook wall because I update her pretty regularly.

In summation, school this year is more frustrating than last, but two super small, gay men are keeping me here and happy! Haha!

Another Sample Journal Entry

This week's theme is "My City"

    City my will must a city at have Environment at good and will abundant full a with tree.  City will must have people not much and not too little and will full a with shop and Building.

*Sigh...*

(P.S.  I promise a proper blog post in the upcoming days because it has been awhile.)