Well. Head Teacher.
Anyway. After she told me yesterday that she prayed about me at church this weekend, she apparently decided to take it upon herself and phone the district office a full 6 months before my contract is up and beg for them to relinquish on the "no more than three years at one school" rule of legend. It turns out, there is no such rule. I think someone somewhere along the line was probably given a good face-saving and took it as gospel. The point is, she apparently raved to the foreign coordinator to such an extent that I've apparently now caught this person's interest and now... who fucking knows. Whatever was said, I'm sure the person on the other end is going to be disappointed to find out how ordinary I actually am.
The point is, it seems like things have been set into motion for me to become an orientation instructor. I've waffled about doing that kind of thing in the past, but I.... I mean, I like to help where I can, when it doesn't involve public speaking or loads and loads of contact with other people. I'd be seroiusly down for helping get together some kind of literature for new teachers, for example. But I didn't want to stick my nose too far out there for fear that I would get roped into public speaking. Luckily, now I have HT to do that for me, without even asking.
So yeah. INP might become even less anonymous soon. If you are in my district and do figure out who I am (hint: I in no way resemble Anne Hathaway -- even in profile), try not to get too confused by the contradiction between the tone of this blog and the big, fat smile I'm likely to give you to your face. Do something cunty, and you're sure to come home to read about yourself later!
Just kidding. Kind of.