We work 8:30 to noon most mornings. Usually I go to my other job from six or seven to nine. There’s a lot of empty time in between. We sleep. A lot. Two to four is not uncommon. You try to get up in between. Your cold. Or just tired. It’s difficult. So you keep sleeping until guilt pries you out of bed. It feels like my life in China overall. A quick break that dragged on hours longer than expected. Only the feeling that I should be doing something else, anything else, is what drags you out.

There’s almost no such thing as a “promotion” in this line of work. Usually we sort our own affairs out after a rough or fun first year. You find the money or the students you’re looking for. I’d always wanted to teach college. So that’s what I do. It’s what I’ve done for two years. At core, it’s almost identical work to what I’ve been doing since I got off the boat here. But I can call myself a college teacher. You should see what I did to call myself a Head Teacher for a year.

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