“… And with one fell swoop two more assignments dropped to the ground, quickly shrivling and turning to a small oily stain. The smell of ozone lingers for a second. The hero sheathes his pen and looks up-“ And to celebrate me and Harry hiffed stuff around the room, stuck bits and pieces of peoples…
So we left our cushy teaching positions of paper pushing and brain press ups to the real deal. Manual labour, probably the first decent batch of hard work we have had all year. Finally, something that doesn’t involve planning and reading. Although those are fun. We mished it to Chang Rai, which shouldnt be confused…