From one of my co-workers, I found out that one of my 6th grade students likes to write stories. This student – named Fen in this blog although that’s not her real name – is particularly aloof. Sometimes I see her mumbling to herself while looking at things closely. She’s in the highest English proficiency level, but sometimes doesn’t seem to understand what we’re doing. Maybe she’s so caught up in her imaginary world?
I live above a Kymco scooter shop. I know what you’re thinking: Black girl. Doesn’t speak any Chinese but now lives in Taiwan. Doesn’t have a teaching degree but teaches science to kids 8 to 12 years old. Lives above a scooter shop. That’s basically a CBS sitcom waiting to be written.
I’m sitting in a café at a breakfast place right next to my apartment. I don’t know what you think of when I say breakfast place, but before coming to Taiwan, I probably would’ve thought of bacon, eggs, pancakes, breakfast sandwiches, etc. But this place – a chain called JSP – has pictures of an anthropomorphized hamburger as its mascot.