gotta getta gimmick.

juggling.

for those those days when students suck and don't want to listen or talk, i will bring out my juggling balls (or board markers) and have a go at it to entertain them.  my job: be an entertainer.  yes, i teach.  but i am expected to entertain, as well.  can i entertain?  um, have i ever told you the dog or throw-up on my couch stories?  or the most mortifying sexual tale?  i will not go as far as regaling my students with sexual escapades, but i am not above telling them some entertaining personal tales.  and the best part is the fabrication of the tales.  one becomes quite good at adding necessary details that seemingly have slipped from one's brain.  i am not an advocate of lying, but the little white lies that make no difference to a level three korean student that may provide for greater enjoyment and amazement of one's teacher are no sin to me.

but sometimes stories can only get you so far.  you must imagine the asshole throwing up on my couch.  but juggling, you do not need to imagine.  

and juggling is keeping me sane in this insane month of many hours of work.  you have to forget about all the bullshit in your life, breathe, and with great control, throw those balls.

and no, i am not above taking a sexual picture with balls.  there are three of them.  what did you expect, really?