Horror

I've neglected this blog by virtue (or lack thereof, actually) of the sheer enormousness of my workload lately. The Chinese Department's been doing some major restructuring which, in essence, means more paperwork for all of us. Don't think I should blog about work, lest I get out of it.

Bah humbug, I haven't come upon that blissful opportunity to do my Donne recital. Not yet. The classes haven't been too irritating lately, just a couple of the usual expletives here and there, but nothing major like mother-insulting or China-slurring. I think they've been rather jolted by the Chinese results, though given their rather simian outlook to education, they seem to harbour the blame for bad results on their teachers. This even when I return their rubbish compositions promptly, this even when I invest so much effort into my lessons and this even when I have to deal with the fact that they're more interested in exploiting my purported English-illiteracy than in listening to what I have to say. Sigh, students.

On a lighter(headed) note...

The Cindy-James saga is very much in full swing, and I think he's getting deeper into Cindy, this in more ways than one (need I continue?). The poor girl is in love with him, I suppose. Just the other day, I counted at least 50 "James"s in under 15 minutes of pointless conversation with her, though I suspect that she's more infatuated with his money-collection than with anything else. Then again, he's supposedly hung as a horse, though she hasn't been with a man in so long, I think she's lost her sense of proportion. Oh, naughty Su Xue.

Zhong Zhong, on the other hand, has taken ill (flu and fever, apparently) and I haven't seen the poor woman in a week or so. I was just talking to her on the phone and it seems the relief posted to her class has been wreaking havoc. Poor girl, damn the flu.

Ah well, off to serving Singapore's education system. The irony.