Pink Floyds in a pond

Et voilà, I have been saddled with yet another class--two actually, but I took one of them voluntarily.  The first one is a business class, and it just really makes me mad because that just adds another discipline to my courseload (and a different campus in the city I have to run back and forth to), making me feel even more schizophrenic and unorganized.  The other one is another Phonetics 101 class--and since I already prepare for that class, having another hour of teaching won't make to much of a difference--and I figured that I might as well make the overtime pay if I was already planning the lessons.  The business class won't add any overtime pay because I am pretty sure that one of my sections of the English conversation class (the class with the speed dating lesson plan) is getting cancelled.  Last week there was a single student, which was just terribly awkward for the both of us, especially since the class is based on the students talking to one another and playing little games.  So I had to sit down with him and pretend that I was a hotel receptionist, and he had to pretend like he wanted to rent a room and blah blah blah it was two very long hours.  

"I didn't WANT to choose you for this course," my boss said about the new class, "You are just the only one I could find who was free on Monday afternoon."  I think this was an attempt to make me feel better about having to take the class?  But Carlos played Pollyanna and reminded me of some good news about the whole situation--that if I want to teach English in future, then business English experience is a really great thing to have.   

Anyway so that's school, and I haven't had a lot of time for other stuff since class preparations are keeping me busy.  I am going out twice this week with the other lecteurs and students to bars due to a mix up between the lecteurs!  Well, once was last night, and it was nice.  My friend Kat, a lectrice in a different university in Nancy was telling me how at her university, the teacher taught all of the students that flamingo in English was "Pink Floyd."  So when the students had to label drawings of animals, the pond of flamingos was instead a pond full of "Pink Floyds."

That's about it for now--class preparation is taking me a really long time and is keeping me busy.   Plus, well, I have a pretty bad election addiction which is preventing my class planning from going as efficiently as it should be(checking www.fivethirtyeight.com five times a day) And...tomorrow in Spanish class I need to figure out how to explain the electoral college in Spanish.  That's one that's not easy to explain in English...