Quiz

So, last night I realised, I definitely am not made for responsibility. Despite making a list, and checking it twice, I still made the inevitable slip up when it comes to say, remembering to give a question paper! And looked stupid. Basically, the rule goes that if something can go wrong, it will. Thinking I had now made my mistake for the week, I was happily sitting in my office this morning, recovering from quiz night (more on that in a bit), when a student walks in all innocently and asks “Do we have tutorials this week?” Doh! I had totally forgotten to give class. Hopefully they don’t report me…

Luckily, I felt mildly less stupid last night when one of the students couldn’t open the door after the test. When I turned the handle, she literally looked at me with new-found admiration. Hey eyes had been opened. And the door. But I thought to myself “like, you can open a door another way? How does this child function? Can she breathe without being coached?”.

The weekly report on Quiz: we seem to be steadily on our way to a fairly mediocre second place. Every week that bbbbbbb bird is the word just seems to top us, some way or another. In any case, last night was a pathetic third place. Seriously? High-fiving to patchiness? Not really my style. The partying was good though. One of those parties where you arrive and feel like a total outsider since everyone is already on the train, so you play catch up and end up dancing like a total skeez to every sh*tty 50’s song you hear, which for some reason every dj insists on playing. My theory is that if I am constantly dancing then the calories from the beer don’t have time to attach themselves to my ass. Or something. It probably didn’t help to come home and basically inhale half a loaf of sweet potato bread, but then at the time, sensible calorie-counting decisions were not being made!

The big problem was that I decided I was better than my sensible self, and drunk me had a cigarette. Or 20. I feel like my mouth is contributing carbon emissions to the ozone layer. But the way it goes is that you decide not to really ‘drink’, just to quench your thirst. Turns out that quenching one’s thirst by downing two hunter’s dry’s is not the smartest idea. I resigned myself to a 2am curfew, and this time, I actually nearly made it! But considering my work situation, being hungover is actually preferable. At least I have something to occupy my time ie not throwing up.

I am now quietly whiling my way away to the weekend by playing online scrabble – new high = 75 points for SEMILLION! Sweet…

Oh, and I came up with a new advertising slogan for American Swiss (I was helping a friend on a work assignment, ok). “Don’t be jewish this Easter…”