last night's dream notes: staffing for A-Days, seeing my crush, someone telling me to blog in English, sweeping the floor with those big brush brooms with long wood handles.
current music: Everything - Lifehouse

Yes, the music brings back memories of a certain letter. If you're privy to this information, you may now nod and smile. :D

Guilt is the motif of the day. In 30 minutes I'll head back to Della. I don't feel like a responsible tutor. I don't seem to discipline myself in making lesson plans for my kids. While H. Shaw's book on english has guided me through some tricky moments in teaching my first class, it's not enough. I feel like running though motions of "pwede na 'to", just gabbing some miscellaneous information while not trying to tie together all the lessons.

I will, however attest that I do a pretty kick-ass Cathechism class. :D I dunno why I can say that. Methinks it's the rapport I get from the kids as I talk about virtues and God and stuff. Buti na lang walang mala-Bojit na tatanong na matinding doubting questions. :)

And Math class... I like it better. I'm just too 'hands-off'... as in I give them something to do, and leave them be. I'm not too keen on gauging their knowledge. But hey, they get the lesson most of the time.

And after this, on to the lunch-out, then Mcdo w/ A24 wherein we head for Tammy's house.

and more to follow when I get home.