"You can call me Mr. X," I tell my students.
...For those of you who are flipping through and choosing to read my blog, you can call me that, Wasichu-Witke (Crazy White Man), or maybe just Wasichu (White Man). Whatever it is, please remember that I'm a human being, too, and that I have feelings like any other.
When I first learned about this teaching position that I have taken up, I was not concerned with who I taught, as long as I was teaching. I was interviewed over the phone and was given ample time to think about the job before I accepted the position. The principal even wanted me to "talk it over" with my wife before he would let me accept the job.
Of course... I was excited to get my FIRST TEACHING JOB! However, I guess he did have a point... So, I took Bill's advice and talked it over with my wife. It just so happened that we were in transition of living spaces, the job market for teachers was flooded, and we had three little mouths to feed. In short, it was a quick decision for both of us to make. (Besides, they were offering us a place to stay REALLY cheap!) We called Bill back on the Monday after the call and accepted the job.
It's late, but I'll tell you more about it later! Good night All!
Wasichu-Witko
-Mr. X
I'm so glad you are bogging about this experience! I can't wait to hear more!
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