An erratic journal veering between a myriad of topics.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
my throat is dying. I'm teaching all day and my voice could go at any minute. Oh well, back to EFL miming. It is today that marks exactly ten years since my first ever lesson. I was bricking myself before it: I hid in the bogs, staring at myself in the mirror, telling myself, 'I can do this! I can!' In the end, it went ok: No-one tried killing me. Well, not that week, anyway.