So I taught my 13th and 14th classes two weeks ago...or how many classes now, I dunno anymore, lost track. I thought they were good, and some students said I've improved, but I guess I can't please everyone. Argh; solution is practice, practice, practice. A bit disheartened, to say the least, but gotta gotta gotta. Was almost ready to throw in the towel, and just work for Mom and Dad, but then I remembered the costs it took and the hard work I put into training.....no; no chickening out.
15th and 16th last week were better. I continued writing the dialog down, and for the 16th, I really went up and said the dialog in front of a half-length mirror. Surprisingly, the 16th class was way better; I changed my voice patterns AND my timing came back; I finished relatively on time :)
However, I'm leaving next week for a vacation with my parents--and as most people know, a vacation isn't really a vacation--it's actually quite taxing, hahaha. So I'm taking it easy this week. At the same time, I think I should--I'm down with the flu, nasal cavity super congested, my head feels like it's being split in two. I need to go see my doctors, and for some depilatory maintenance, go to the parlor, heh.
Also began reading Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner. Pretty good stuff, so far. And watched 300 for the first time(!) last night. For my fellow Ilonggos, here's a nice parody. Makadlaw gid kamo a.
Back to checking my mail. I should get some rest. Maybe later.