It's Friday afternoon and I've just been thrown a surprise goodbye party by my grade ones, and I'm all fed up on junk food and have a basket full of apples, at least, the ones that didn't get splattered during an apple-throwing competition with my grade 5s immediately afterward.  How heartless of me! - but, those little children will never know.

But I'm not leaving yet.  I still have 3 days to teach next week, after which...
I have made it through to stage 2 of the recruitment process with the Bangkok Christian College, maybe helped by the fact that the Melbourne gay guy who interviewed me recognised me from somewhere on the scene, sometime in the last century (isn't it fun to be able to say that these days, and not be exaggerating?).  Next interview is with the school board of directors.
I've also scored another interview with another international school in town.

So next week I'm finished.  We have been 4 teachers down for the last four months, and now that I'm leaving they have suddenly managed to hire seven new teachers.  Whaa?  Obviously I'm not irreplacible.  I like to think that they need 7 new teachers just to cover the work that I've been doing.  Maybe I am Wonderwoman, but never knew it.  Come to think of it, maybe these testosterone injections at the hospital are all part of a school plot to turn me into a superhero.  Maybe if I hadn't decided to leave I would have metamorphasised into the Incredible Hulk.  Idiot.

Anyway, it's probably a pretty good thing on the whole that I am leaving, as whoever's doing the recruitment at head office seems to have gone a little off his rocker.  That is, they've started to hire amazingly irritating Americans with eccentric names like Newton Piper who have websites like (click here).  Oh my god.  Now you can see what I'm up against. 

Have a good weekend!