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Well. Millie is not in a good mood.
I was rudely awoken this morning by a bunch of men strolling into my bedroom and shouting at me in Chinese to get out. Obviously, I was thrilled at this happening at 7am on my lie-in day and so threw an immensely heavy chair at them. I impress myself with my own strength. Ever since midnight man I've kept objects within lobbing range ready for strangers. To say they scarpered is an understatement, but 5 minutes later they came crawling sheepishly back with a ladder (one, much to my pleasure, was limping). Impressively, they survived the rain of items I threw at them and started to tear down my ceiling. It was at this point I noticed that both Sweety and all of her items, had disappeared. Thanks for the prior warning Sweety, and thanks for telling me that a bunch of random men would wake me up in my underwear. One the rain of plaster and concrete started I decided it was probably a good idea to evacuate. After getting half way down the hall, I remembered a) I was in China, b)everything was in my room and, most importantly c) I was in my underwear and there were my students in the rooms all around me. A quick decision between decency and safety, I decided that I was not going to let my laptop, money and newly purchased ukulele perish. Not forgetting my passport and clothes.
Okay, at this point remember how many items I brought to China with me. I packed light, but 'light' for 2 months is still not a small amount. Also, if you know me, you'll know I am not a neat person. In fact, I am the opposite of neat. My belongings cover every bit of free space known to man. Considering all this, the fact I managed to retrieve everything from my newly de-ceiling room is a miracle. I even remembered to dress in the process. Luckily I did because I had only just put a skirt on when all of the children (having been woken by the racket of destruction and screams) started poking their heads out of the dorm. There I was, very dishevelled, standing in the corridor, top tucked into knickers, items all over the floor, 360* fro, looking like a bull about to charge at a red flag. Eventually I found Sweety fast asleep in a room at the other end of the corridor, and assumed I was sleeping in there too. I dumped all my stuff on the bed and tried to calm down. 10 deep breaths later and I felt like Grandma and Grandad's idiosyncratic silver teapot about to spill everywhere. Looking at my watch I realised it was 8.15 and that lessons would be starting in 15 minutes, but like hell was I going to do it. I woke Sweety and angrily stated that I was going for a shower. Much to my displeasure the room we're now in is nowhere near as nice as the last. And tragically, the bathroom is absolute grot. Before getting in I did a complete shower down of the room, then a bleach session. Bits of ceiling plaster covered the floor, and the one large pipe running the length of the room was covered in mould. Exactly what I needed.
Eventually I had the bathroom in a tolerable condition and took a lovely long shower. I have discovered that there is no hot water, the window is EVEN lower than the last, and in the rush of my evacuation I forgot to grab the soap. Poo.
Fortunately Flower understood my displeasure and gave me 1st lesson off to unpack my bags and clean myself up. Also apparently Sweety had known for days and just forgot to tell me. YAY! Thanks Sweety!
So, that was my early morning. I've rejoined my class (eventually as I had to find them first; they're now on a completely different floor) and have started lessons again. A relaxed day from now on I think. I haven't got the effort to correct grammar anymore.
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