i went out with my 4 - 6 pm class tonight. two lovely korean ladies, both in their 30s, but could easily pass for 25. it is my two hours of korean sex and the city. more city, less sex. but nonetheless entertaining.
'you know, it takes me an hour and a half to get here. but i love it. i love coming to this class. it's worth the time it takes to get here.'
there is nothing better that a teacher can hear besides that.
i feel the same way. the days that i have that class, im at work from 6:30 am to 6 pm. im exhausted by the time that class ends. but it's not work. it's fun. i'm kickin it with my girlfriends. i can't believe i get paid for some of these classes. it's not work. it's too enjoyable to be work.
every session tends to begin a bit rocky as everyone gets to know one another and become comfortable in class, making mistakes, adjusting to the new environment. but then they let their guard down, becomes friends, and by the tenth or so day of the session, bonds have been created. the sessions end the same; with me not wanting to let go of that month's students, not wanting to start up new bonds with a whole new group of students. the cycle continues. and such is life. it is so sweet.
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