King Friday was a really creepy character on Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.
Last night, I went for a drink with Laura, Dustin, and the German teacher from my school who I now work with. We had some good conversations and turned ourselves in for the night. This morning was a different story. It started off with me giving the card and painted wine glass to Katrina for her birthday and went to work. A few hours passed. Dustin, Ines (the new German teacher), and I were talking after the second class and talking to the students and such for some time, and then it was time for Dustin to go prepare for his lesson at 1. He was going to take the cat carrying case with him that I walked to school so his girlfriend Petra could pick the kitten up for me on Monday, but changed his mind as he was on a bike and would not be able to bring it or himself safely home. The bell was about to ring and I said I would meet him after class in the city center with the cat carrier and that was that. He forgot his English poster in the classroom and had to go back upstairs for it and so I said goodbye...ten-fifteen minutes later, I received a text from our boss (Marketa) saying that Dustin had been in an accident and I had to meet her right after classes and teach his 1 o'clock. I quickly friended my friend Pavel who was working at the hospital and asked him what was going on. I left before my last class (which was PE for the 1st graders in which I basically just watch one student at a time jump on the trampoline and count two minutes out in my head while I comment in English and think about how much I wish I was the one jumping on the trampoline) and went to go visit Dustin, but after I left I got a message from my friend saying he was lucky but fine and should be released from the hospital in an hour or so...So, I went home, ate the lunch that I took to go from school, dropped off the cat carrying case, and went to meet Marketa at the office. I was supposed to meet up with a guy who wanted to show me some cool historic places, but I texted him to let him know I couldn't make it. When I got to the office, I saw Dustin and Petra standing outside. Dustin had bandages around his wrists, elbows, and hands. He proceeded to tell me about how the poster that he almost forgot at school blew up into his face when he was riding the bike and he panicked, crashed, and slid into the middle of the street...no helmet, of course, and when he went to get up, pedestrians rushed him and held him down for fear of his neck until the ambulance arrived. Long story short, he's never going to live that down. I ended up being able to teach the class, get a historic tour from the guy, pick up my diploma from the post office, and get home in time to say happy birthday to Katrina when she got home from work. We are sipping on wine and getting ready to see Madame Butterfly at the opera now, so I have to run! What a day!
Last night, I went for a drink with Laura, Dustin, and the German teacher from my school who I now work with. We had some good conversations and turned ourselves in for the night. This morning was a different story. It started off with me giving the card and painted wine glass to Katrina for her birthday and went to work. A few hours passed. Dustin, Ines (the new German teacher), and I were talking after the second class and talking to the students and such for some time, and then it was time for Dustin to go prepare for his lesson at 1. He was going to take the cat carrying case with him that I walked to school so his girlfriend Petra could pick the kitten up for me on Monday, but changed his mind as he was on a bike and would not be able to bring it or himself safely home. The bell was about to ring and I said I would meet him after class in the city center with the cat carrier and that was that. He forgot his English poster in the classroom and had to go back upstairs for it and so I said goodbye...ten-fifteen minutes later, I received a text from our boss (Marketa) saying that Dustin had been in an accident and I had to meet her right after classes and teach his 1 o'clock. I quickly friended my friend Pavel who was working at the hospital and asked him what was going on. I left before my last class (which was PE for the 1st graders in which I basically just watch one student at a time jump on the trampoline and count two minutes out in my head while I comment in English and think about how much I wish I was the one jumping on the trampoline) and went to go visit Dustin, but after I left I got a message from my friend saying he was lucky but fine and should be released from the hospital in an hour or so...So, I went home, ate the lunch that I took to go from school, dropped off the cat carrying case, and went to meet Marketa at the office. I was supposed to meet up with a guy who wanted to show me some cool historic places, but I texted him to let him know I couldn't make it. When I got to the office, I saw Dustin and Petra standing outside. Dustin had bandages around his wrists, elbows, and hands. He proceeded to tell me about how the poster that he almost forgot at school blew up into his face when he was riding the bike and he panicked, crashed, and slid into the middle of the street...no helmet, of course, and when he went to get up, pedestrians rushed him and held him down for fear of his neck until the ambulance arrived. Long story short, he's never going to live that down. I ended up being able to teach the class, get a historic tour from the guy, pick up my diploma from the post office, and get home in time to say happy birthday to Katrina when she got home from work. We are sipping on wine and getting ready to see Madame Butterfly at the opera now, so I have to run! What a day!
Wow that was a super intense day, hope Dustin is ok. German is a very important language to know :)
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