Today was a relatively normal Thursday for me, with the exception that I had three separate instances of the mention of mosquitos.
The first: I was at my student's place, and she was telling me how her mum kept some mosquitos in a box. ... Yes, that was a very befuddling sentence to hear, one that begets many questions. What the situation actually was, was that there had been more mosquitos around their area recently. The mum used an electric swatter to kill the mosquitos, and I guess they just swept the dead mosquitos into a box (folded from paper). -.- This kid is so enthusiastic about this that she offered me a look into the box. Of dead mosquitos. Girl, I really am unable to appreciate the lack of beauty and the grotesque of both live and dead insects in general, including mosquitos.
The second: I was waiting outside another student's house (condominium) and decided to take some time to scribble and think on paper. In sunny Singapore. Outdoors, under trees but still dripping with perspiration. Bad idea. Writing while outside and standing meant that I was keeping quite still. As a result, it took me a while to notice that there was a mosquito on my arm. -.- I blew it off with an irritated huff. -.- hmph.
The third: Another student of mine appeared for her lesson, whereby she announced with a big goofy smile on her face, "I don't know why, but I got three mosquito bites on my face." Yep. The three bites were really visible. Somehow she had been bitten under each eye-bag. I was a little more amused that she seemed to have gotten bitten on the face while in school. That's quite a feat.
That sums up the three mosquito instances from today.
There was something else I'd been meaning to type here too. An amusing sight. Two weeks ago, I went to teach at a condominium. There is this nice playground, fairly simple and not very large, comprising of a slide, a balance/climbing element, and a set of two swings. There were two boys at the swing area. They were making a valiant attempt to play ... netball? Volleyball? One of those two. Valiant. Because number one, they were using a soccer ball (I can't imagine it bounces well against the wrist) And number two, their choice of "net"... was the top of the swing. In the three minutes that I stood there, waiting for time to pass, they didn't manage to hit the ball back over the ... "net". It was a cute and charming sight.
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