Once upon a time, in small Northern, Ontario (Canada) town, Stevo was a reporter. Some more pretentious people like to call themselves journalists. I don’t. I was a reporter, and a photographer for a weekly newspaper with a circulation of 14000. I didn’t like it, most of the time. Driving to car accidents late at…
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Teaching English in China: Utter beauty
Five days, 24 classes, more than 1000 students.
I spent the week making Grade 1 and 2 students laugh. I gazed into astonished eyes and saw a sea of toothless smiles. As I looked at those faces I wanted to weep at the utter beauty and innocence.
airports, bad moods, muppets, and students
It had been a bad day for Stevo. At 12:15 he stood outside the airport, unsure where the bus from Hong Kong would drop off the arriving teacher. Verbally assaulted by touts, pointed at by the unenlightened, tired, and nearly out of cigarettes, he stood alone under a street light, much like his loner-hero Phillip…
colleague
He is a legend in the classroom. A hackneyed description: Drill sergeant with a heart of gold. He says little and does his job without complaint, a professional with noble intentions. His heart is not upon his sleeve, but visible in each project he undertakes. The quiet confidence inspires me, he taught me without his…
ocular fluid and thirsty umbrellas
Yes, I have a fear of umbrellas. Don’t you?