More proof that I am in fact, a sucker

I had my first teacher's class of the semester, an ordeal that I look forward to about as much as having the stomach flu. I am irrationally resentful of having to teach my colleagues, having it be awkward, having them be bad students, etc.

So, I planned a SUPER had, intimidating first class. With a "English Ability" test, and grammrar. You know, a sock-to-them kind of class that would have them screaming and running out the door, never to return. And freeing up my Tuesday and Thursday afternoons.

But I got there, and the new faces around the table were so hopeful. They passed me tea, and participated in nicely in the introductions.

Gosh darn it, I liked them.

So I scrapped my lesson plan, and we played simple warm up games instead. Getting to know each other, laughing, sipping. General shooting the breeze.

They loved it. And they'll be back. And I'm kind of happy about it.

Double darn it! I was really looking forward to those afternoons...