So every once in a while I hit a low in class (head in hands, followed by hands thrown in the hair, followed by: “you know what? class is over. yes, over. no, go now. just go.” or something to that effect). Then, I mull over my failures, both real and imagined, and come back from the brink with a vengeance. I have hit my most recent wall and I am planning a whopping comeback. Tonight, as I walked home from dinner with my co-brights, I thought of how I could reach out to my students and somehow shock or cajole them into caring about English. I looked for inspiration in the only real place possible: Middle Earth. I had a fleeting image of myself, standing at the front of the class, delivering a speech reminiscent of Aragorn’s speech at the gates of Mordor (3rd film). The lines go something like this:
“A day may come when the courage of Men fails [when you will not use your english], when we forsake our friends [past participles] and break all bonds of fellowship [or knowledge of punctuation], but it is not this day [fist shake for emphasis]. An hour of wolves [and broken computer speakers] and shattered shields [and unreliable internet connections] when the Age of Men comes crashing down [and board markers cease to work], but it is not this day [Louder: IT IS NOT THIS DAY!]! This day we fight [LEARN]! By all that you hold dear on this good earth [and more importantly, this TURKISH NATION], I bid you stand, Men of the West! [AMASYA FEN EDEBIYAT HAZIRLIK STUDENTS]”
Needless to say, this can never be–but I enjoyed the dream, all the same.
In other news, a new computer charger has been purchased and is on its way to me, or at least will be very soon. Until then, my computer charging hours are limited, and thus precious.
Honestly, too much weird stuff happened today to even begin to break it all down. We showed a movie, the showing of which was delayed because two people in the tech room began an argument right before the movie was supposed to start, and then tried to cover it up by playing rando elevator music from youtube. And then only two people came to my speaking class in the evening, which was good, but only two people came and that’s always kind of disheartening. Afterwards I went out to dinner and had breakfast for dinner, which I’ve never done in Turkey and probably won’t ever do again (although breakfast for breakfast is absolutely great). Now my roommate is listening to a weird Luther Vandross song on the couch, and I just don’t know what to make of it all. Blarg.
On the upside, I did two loads of laundry today. Wooh!