"Do you know Ray Davis?"

said some kid in my year 8 class.
Me: er no, should I?
kid: Oh. He's my uncle, he lives in England too.

Just when I thought they couldn't get any more dumb...

My least favourite thing about living just a 7 minute walk away from school: walking home and having hundreds of kids I assume I've taught at some point yelling stuff at me in English, or walking along with me and trying to make conversation. Maybe they think I like talking to kids, seeing as I work at their school. They are mistaken.

My least favourite thing about teaching Class 12: half way through one of my conversation classes, they had a break, so we stopped. At this point, a whole group of other year 12s wandered into the room and started chatting to me, mostly auf Deutsch (no problem) about where I go out in Bochum and if I want to go out with them and if I like 'bad boys' and telling me they're horny and other such inappropriate things (definitely a problem). Awkward.

My favourite thing about my job: I'm done for the week, and going to Aachen tomorrow, and Maastricht on Saturday. Tour of cities with a double-A in the name. And I get to speak some of my limited Dutch! I heart Dutch. Yays.

Dora.
xxx