My Hungarian Moment

Time stopped as I was playing foosball tonight at the Bowling Club in Szerencs (the only happenin' hot spot in town). The song on Danubius Radio was "What a Feeling" by god knows what band. I should know this as I'm an 80's music expert. I was next to my teammate or current private lesson and across from us, our opposition: two or three or four of my 12th year students...one of whom I had completely put on the spot during class yesterday as he hadn't shown up for my class this year until yesterday (by this year, I mean beginning in September). I asked him where he'd been the whole time. His response: "The hairdresser." I said, "It hardly looks like you've been to the hairdresser." He shrugs. The whole rest of the class, I tortured him with comment after comment. It's okay, because the rest of the class laughed.

Anyway, the combination of random 80's music, foosball w/my private lesson by my side, and my 12th year students across from me in my frozen over small town equals = my hungarian moment.

This weekend, I'm off to a 6c party on Friday. For those of you who don't know, primary school classes have parties every once and while to keep things fresh. This Friday, it's my 12 - 13 year olds who plan to act out plays in English for me. On Saturday night, I'm off to my other primary school's ball. It's looking like more and more of a Hungarian week turned into weekend and no American sanctuary in sight...

...and this weekend, I'm okay with it. I can't wait to have a day where I can do absolutely NINCS!