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About Me
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About This Blog
This is my personal blog, so there's no accounting for what you'll get here. I'll blog a lot of something one month and be on something totally different the next.
I also rant and argue a lot.
Stuff I usually blog:
→ politics (American and international)
→ international relations
→ social justice (feminism especially)
→ language & linguistics
→ the Balkans
→ gymnastics → personal stuff
→ Alison Krauss
→ fandom
This blog doubles as an Alison Krauss' boobs appreciation blog because for some reason, when you do a Google search for Alison's boobs, my blog is generally the first relevant result. I don't know how this happened, but I will accept it, because if people are gonna be googling her boobs, better they find the blog of a heterosexual fangirl than that of some skeezy old man.
If I ever disappear or get hacked, find me at iellaantilles.tumblr.com.
Oh god, I never want to see another Russian Standard bottle ever again.
Have you ever been locked in a hotel pool area overnight with your drunk professor and three wasted classmates? I have.
(via 4hourfearlessleader)
Sorry I don’t seem excited about getting the CELTA. I am. Massive sense of relief that the course is over and I did a good job with it, and now I can start looking for jobs.
I’m just going to be a bit down for a while because of some stuff.
I didn’t really expect to get attached to my fellow trainees, but I really really did. We became like a family, and now we’re all scattered and it kind of sucks. And I liked having people I felt comfortable going out to a bar or lunch with. I tried a lot of new things thanks to those people.
Saying goodbye to my students was really hard, too. They started to feel like my babies.
And of course none of us will really stay in touch or ever see each other again, no matter what we say.
I also kind of liked having a 9-to-5 structure in my life, with colleagues and work and all that. After so many years of just lazing about in college, and then living at home for a year, it was nice to exist in the real world again. I didn’t know if I could. I was so scared of it that the first day, I nearly ran out of the school. But it was good, and I’m going to miss that.
So. I’m staying for a couple more days with my dad in Key Largo, and then I’m going to spend a day at a waterpark in Jacksonville before going on home. Several days to unwind will be nice. I just want to sit by the water and read the new books I got yesterday, and stop every now and then to think about the people I miss.
I got my CELTA.
Anybody been to the Everglades? I’m going there on Saturday and I have no clue what I should do/see.
- Me: I got a burger from Five Guys.
- My British professor: ...What? Five guys made your burger?
Gah after this is over I am so just following AKUS around for a while. Getting back to my happy place, where I know exactly how things go down.
What if, in all my lesson plans, I just referred to the specific words I was teaching (for example, relative pronouns) as “the words of power?”
1. Put the words of power up on the board.
2. See if students know the meanings of the words of power.
3. Make sure students know where the syllable stress falls on the words of power.
Did I mention I’m eating the potato out of the hotel coffee pot? No? Well, I am.
By the way, it is a travesty that hotel rooms come equipped with coffee creamer and sugar, but no salt! No salt nowhere!
Baking a potato at 2 A.M., dancing around my hotel room to “Call Me Maybe” to stay awake.
CELTA is like college but for grownups.
This lady at CELTA wants “to corrupt me.”
…
Oh, my dear. My dear.
