I've been busy, busy.  And I realized that I haven't written in a number of days.  The worst part really is that while I've been busy the things I've been aren't so interesting.  I mean I like doing them but there's not so much to report on.

I guess that's what happens when you start teaching full-time.  I wake up at 5:45 in the morning.  Sometimes I promise to call my MoM but sometimes I forget when it's that early in the morning.  Most mornings I try to do some yoga.  That too is kind of hit or miss.  The worst part about 5:45 is that it's so, so dark in the morning.  It stays darker longer every morning.  Luckily, I've got my coffee to keep me going (or maybe it's better put I've got my coffee to get me going rather than keep me going).  Then, I walk the same strip of road from Billa to the American College two times a day--to and from.

Sometimes I think about things that might make interesting blog posts but usually by the time I've gotten to school or home from school I've decided that it's some strange little musing and no one wants to read it.  Some ideas have included the line of cars in the morning at school, drivers who pay no attention to pedestrians, the weather, uneven streets and sidewalks (which I am beginning to think are the bane of my existence), old men and old women who are out and about, funny things I've seen in people's shopping carts at Billa or the giant hole in the street that without fail made boys and men a like stop to look in it (yes, it was just a huge hole).  But if you're a regular follower of my blog you know I didn't write about these topics and frankly now that you've read some of my ideas you are probably very glad that I've chosen not to write about them.  That I've spared you. I am glad too actually.

The thing is school is great. <!--more--> My students are wonderful--three weeks in, I think that they are smart and articulate.  Yesterday I felt a little bit bad because I managed to freak them out a few times with my grading policy, my sometimes sloppy handwriting on the board and most recently with a reading quiz.  But now that I am thinking about it I can't help but think: isn't that partially what teaching is about? This said, it did make me feel bad to see their faces when I gave them the reading quiz questions--their eyes were so big.  I've read through the answers and I think they did fine so I am not too worried about them.  Kids are resilient.

Recently school has kept me from spending too much time in the Sofia city center proper but that doesn't mean I haven't been having fun.  I've been studying my Bulgarian.  In fact, you should look for another post in Bulgarian soon.  It's been going slowly but I find myself thinking pretty regularly on my way to and from school and studying during breaks.

Last weekend I went to a great Sofia Dance Week show.  It was really amazing.  It made me think a lot about the human body and what we're capable and how much control you can have over your movements.  I was really excited about the mix of dance, movement, music and light--it really made the show.  The thing I was struck by was how much more the show was than just a dance piece.

I thought that I was going to Thessaloniki tomorrow to make my visa application but the plans changed today.  It was a little disappointing but some things came up at school and there's just no way to make it happen.  I am not too worried about it.  Clearly I can make my application another week--I'd just gotten my head around the fact that we were going to drive down to Thessaloniki after school on Thursday, make the application Friday morning and drive back after that.  It's a lot of hours to spend in the car and I'd really gotten okay with all of this and now I'll be going another time.  Oh well.

So that's that.  I've been busy but I am really content with all of this.