The Mystery Ends

He holds his coffee as if it is a gift from God. This gift was never extended to me or any of the other foreign teachers. But watching him wait patiently for the coffee to drip slowly into his cup, like a child supervising their mother baking cupcakes, I felt like I too was able…

The Balding Anchovy: Preparing to Say Goodbye

“I love you more and more.” “I love you more and more.” “I love you more and more.” He just kept saying that. Not to me of course. But to another teacher. I think they were talking about something grammar related, but you never know.   I’m coming to the end of my year in…

If you’re a Cicada scream Yas!

If you were ever wondering the real sound of summer, it’s the sound of cicadas screaming YAS at the top of their lungs. Like this: And if I were an artist, I would draw a real cicada doing this but you get the picture. If you are an artist, feel free to comment a cicada…

The Regular Anchovy

Day 250: I got to see him behave normally today. Let me explain. I needed to wash my hands, but he was in there filling up a cup with water, pouring it out, then filling it again. This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen too. He didn’t care at all that other people might…