Well, the rainy season's back

Got to my corporate class today with pants soaked all the way up to my thigh. Not pretty.

"Really, Jan?"

I haven't had a spare second this entire week, but tomorrow is my final day of classes (four short hours) for the week AND next week is fall break at the high school. For the month of October I'm up to 35 teaching hours per week Monday to Friday. I have gotten a bunch of requests lately for private classes ($!) but I haven't been able to accept any of them because my schedule is so full. Although I haven't really been sleeping, I'm finally making enough money to actually save here which is nearly impossible for us English teachers.

I have a hard time saying no to my boss (I did decline a request to do a seven-week recovery course for 1st and 2nd graders however, but only to accept a four-hour, two-student corporate class on Saturdays) but I suppose that it is a good thing that she thinks of me to fill all of these classes. She has also been asking me to do some favors for the office, which I obviously also cannot say no to. I had to spend one Saturday taking a British English for Opportunity proficiency exam (don't worry, I aced it) which I did NOT get paid for and had to spend another afternoon interviewing with someone at the British Council for the speaking part. My interviewer was confused when she saw my last name, asked if it was Colombian (?!?!!), and when I told her that it was in fact German, she became more confused by my lack of a German accent. When she asked why I was taking this exam I just told her that it was because my boss had asked me too.

My most recent favor to my boss was to rerecord the listening sections of the placement test for new students. Luckily this time I'm getting paid for ten hours of work, when it was actually only two. Today a fellow coworker and I went to legit record the CD at a recording studio. Not as fancy as I had imagined; I felt like I was being taken through a dark maze of tiny old school studios. It took practically no time at all as I was in and out in thirty minutes. My boss wasn't there to tell us if she liked the way it sounded, and since it was all in English, the studio guy replayed it back to us so we could listen for any mistakes. Weird, since I hate hearing any recordings of my voice whatsoever. I felt kinda professional for the day, but not as comical as reading tapescripts live.