Is no news good news?
Hi everyone...if anyone still reads as I write so rarely. I see change coming, though- I have home internet now, and not just internet that I am poaching off of someone who did not password protect their wireless service. This is my very own connection, which I got for three main reasons. The first is to try to actually use SKYPE, the second is to search for jobs and the third is to keep in closer contact with friends and family.
So here I am. Writing. The evening is cool (cold for here), windy, rainy with a bit of a thunderstorm. This week is the first it has rained for about a year. It is about time! Last year we were plagued with miserable sand storms which are particularly unpleasant when the area immediately surrounding the buildings is a huge sand lot.
Kuwait hasn't changed much. The traffic is getting worse in the morning, meaning if I leave a minute after 6:15, I arrive to school about 45 minutes later. That used to be the formula at 6:30. The people, the consumerism, the inconveniences- all still here. Of course, there are balances to the inconvenience- you can visit doctors and dentists in the evenings, so you do not have to take time off from work. You can go to a travel agent and book several flights for the same time and cancel all of them before a certain deadline. You can get food delivered from restaurants and even the little corner stores.
As for me, I am feeling stagnant. I should never have committed to taking on no new responsibilities this year. Well, we are hosting a festival in April and I will be directing two short plays in March, so there are things coming. I am still coaching forensics and debate, which I love. I had to make some tough calls this week, which I am not so fond of. We had two people to cut from the team and one of them is a very talented and intelligent young man. He is also very arrogant and lacks team spirit and humility. It's too long and complicated to explain the whole situation with his family, but his mother defends him to all ends. According to her, I have failed if I have not taught him these lessons of team spirit and humbleness. As it goes, I've been called worse. I was almost laughing at her by the end of the conversation as it was so absurd. Her son took it much better than she did. Hopefully it's done, though I would not be surprised if there was some more backlash to come from the family. And life will go on as it should.
I went to see Bashar again during our short Eid break. We were supposed to meet in Beirut, but it was insanely expensive to fly there at that time, so my friend Karen and I went to Syria instead. I am going back in a week from tomorrow for a short visit as I need a break from the insanity of life here, and we need a bit of time together. I am hoping also to get an interview with a school in Damascus while I'm there, too.
Well, I am going to go now and eat some lentils.
So here I am. Writing. The evening is cool (cold for here), windy, rainy with a bit of a thunderstorm. This week is the first it has rained for about a year. It is about time! Last year we were plagued with miserable sand storms which are particularly unpleasant when the area immediately surrounding the buildings is a huge sand lot.
Kuwait hasn't changed much. The traffic is getting worse in the morning, meaning if I leave a minute after 6:15, I arrive to school about 45 minutes later. That used to be the formula at 6:30. The people, the consumerism, the inconveniences- all still here. Of course, there are balances to the inconvenience- you can visit doctors and dentists in the evenings, so you do not have to take time off from work. You can go to a travel agent and book several flights for the same time and cancel all of them before a certain deadline. You can get food delivered from restaurants and even the little corner stores.
As for me, I am feeling stagnant. I should never have committed to taking on no new responsibilities this year. Well, we are hosting a festival in April and I will be directing two short plays in March, so there are things coming. I am still coaching forensics and debate, which I love. I had to make some tough calls this week, which I am not so fond of. We had two people to cut from the team and one of them is a very talented and intelligent young man. He is also very arrogant and lacks team spirit and humility. It's too long and complicated to explain the whole situation with his family, but his mother defends him to all ends. According to her, I have failed if I have not taught him these lessons of team spirit and humbleness. As it goes, I've been called worse. I was almost laughing at her by the end of the conversation as it was so absurd. Her son took it much better than she did. Hopefully it's done, though I would not be surprised if there was some more backlash to come from the family. And life will go on as it should.
I went to see Bashar again during our short Eid break. We were supposed to meet in Beirut, but it was insanely expensive to fly there at that time, so my friend Karen and I went to Syria instead. I am going back in a week from tomorrow for a short visit as I need a break from the insanity of life here, and we need a bit of time together. I am hoping also to get an interview with a school in Damascus while I'm there, too.
Well, I am going to go now and eat some lentils.
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8:11 AM
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