In which our hero continues to wonder just how much mucus the human body can produce. Or whether purchasing stock in Kleenex would be a wise choice at this point.
One more day of work, and then, full body shutdown.
Yesterday I struggled through the day, but I was able to attend the presentations of my group lesson students. With only a few exceptions every student did a great job, and memorized all their English, delivered it nearly perfectly, and impressed the audience that had gathered. I was very disappointed that some students had to bring notes with them to the stage (after I had forbid it), and then when they had trouble they looked at them with shaking hands (because once you bring the notes your mind will tell you that you can always peek once or twice). The first time a student looked at his notes it got a laugh from the audience, but after they continued to look and read, it was met with a stony silence. I think these students could tell that they fucked up that part, and I think that is probably punishment enough.
OK, one last day, and then it is radio silence from me for a while.
