100 books in a year, and school

It has been 11 months and 5 days since I last set foot in America. And since that time, as of today at 4:00pm, I have read 100 books. I'm pretty sure I'm never going to have that much "me" time ever again, but gods was it fun. That last one hurt, though. I didn't like Wicked as much as I hoped I would. I think my problem was the characters. There were very few that I liked, so very few that I actually cared about what was happening. Ah well. I don't know what I'm going to try to read next. Something heavy, so I don't have to carry it to Taiwan with me.

Today I was suppose to have 4 classes, normal affair. But since the pool opened up, the classes have been using their free periods to do swimming class, and some teachers just don't think about when they are scheduled for English, so I missed my last class with 2-1 today. I'm not too fussed, I mean, I have 25 handouts for them that won't get used, and I stopped what I was in the middle of working of to get the classroom ready and wait for them to show up, but you know, whatever. Then I had my 3rd years, who also had a wonderful bit of schedule mismatching due to pool, but at least that all worked out. I really want to grumble about how I don't mind being left alone with good classes and mind a lot about talkative or bad classes, but it was the last time I'll see those kids too, so meh.

Funny thing, if the 2nd graders hadn't messed up the schedule, I wouldn't have been able to get through Wicked today, and I'm REALLY glad that that's over. I feel like I've been reading it forever. Only a week and a half, but to me, that's forever.