So Sensei went apeshit today because we had a new white trial student, who didn't even bother sticking around to sweep up. I mistook a Korean instructor a Chinese one because of his, um, nametag thing, only it was worn on the crotch. The more and more obviously gay middlekyu was hitting on the tall white guy with the tats, and I managed somehow to make it through a doubleheader of teaching without blowing a gasket, though by now it's overclear that the one class is much slower than the others, but it's amazing how much authority I have in the classroom, just by flexing it.

Beyond that, it's been very chill, I'd say--getting into the routine of the first full week, somehow. But that's going to be just fine.