A lot has been happening these past few weeks. I applied to a ball of secondary schools in the greater Dublin area to take me on as a student teacher. Twenty-four sparkley lickey-arsey glowing letters accompanied by grand reference letters were flown off to the mother isle, each with a nice wee disclaimer at the end:
“( and if you like what you`ve just read and want to see me) I will go to Bangaldesh for 2 weeks to act Godly and selfless before returning to Japan where I presently reside. I am available for telephone interview from such-and-such a date”.
And would you believe it (?), I got feck all replies. Amongst the three who were prepared to participate in my game of hard-to-get, was Ardscoil Ris. Seeminly very decent folks there. Hurrah.
So, I`ll be deposited there, to go through that horrid transition from almost idyllic japanese classroom to it`s Irish counter, albeit less idyllic,part. They`re going to feed me to the first year boys whom I`ll be teaching french lightly diluted with Japanese, in a Leitrim accent.
And there in the afternoons twill be to the UCD campuses in D4 (that`s Dublin 4-Noice area of Dublin, loike) I`ll wander, perhaps by dort, loike. I don`t know why, but the whole idea of UCD isn`t going down well. I`m seeing Ralph Lauren jumpers, rugby idiots and manicure inspection officiers at every entrance.
Best foot forward, even if it isn`t snugly surrounded by UCD worthy footwear!

Loike.