Jim and his older brother hang out in the office of the school after class while they wait to be picked up. They chat with us – (me and the other two foreign teachers) – in English, tear apart our desks, draw us pictures, practice writing their English names with us, give us basic vocab lessons in Chinese…
Today I was out of the office for a bit and came back to find this note, which my co-worker had lovingly dictated, letter by letter, to an unwitting Jay.
Oh, I’M the “traim” wreck, huh, Speller Of The Year?
(…To be fair, I totally can be. Me going all the way home after work only to realize I’ve forgotten my wallet and keys on my desk has become a running joke.)