running around robbin' banks all whacked on the scoobie snacks

i've just discovered that the course I'm taking will basically revolve around three or four main basic points:

1. speak very slowly. flap your arms around a lot and mime like the crazy referee in a cartoon soccer game. This will help you get your point across in case they don't get it with simple oral enunciation. oh, and it'll help too for practice for when you have 'real' basic students.

2. hey, they're going to be basic students, they're not gonna notice if you make a few (hundred!!!) mistakes. gagg.

3. who cares how good your english is? those visuals are *great*. she have two sisters, oh NO duh she have, i got it bad again lol lol lol

and yes, I'm a bitch because, 'everyone is trying their best'.

and me, myself and I sitting in the midst of it, trying not to blow too much
steam out of my ears, fantasizing about eric stoltz robbing banks and practising my backwards writing. last monday I made a whole page of a, b, c, d, e, and f. I believe that by february, after doing this for nine endless, boring, frustrating hours a week and when this cursed gay cheesy course ends, I'll be fluent and writing eulogies in reverse, like linda blair.

they think I have an attitude problem.