Cats

Has anyone ever noticed the cats in Istanbul? I guess they are like cats everywhere, but there are so many of them, so it's easy to catch them in especially cat-defining moments. The other day I was leaving the metro station and I saw one sitting on the edge of a manhole, staring intently into the little slot, not blinking or moving at all as hundreds of people streamed past. The next day I saw one staring at the sky in the same way...What do these cats know that we don't? They are trying to send us subliminal messages, but we're too blind to understand that they are talking to us in a secret language. This morning I saw one sitting in the middle of the Istiklal Street in Taksim, just watching people walk by. Everyone is hurrying, but these cats know how to chill.

It's possible I'm starting to lose my mind...only one more day of CELTA.

Cambridge has this weird thing about not wanting people to know what grade they are getting. Everything is hush-hush until the end of the course. And only one or two people can get an 'A,' I guess. They are still living under the old bell-curve ideas of grading--as though all the students were somehow dependent on each other for their individual performance.

Ah, this is the life...Sitting in the cafe in Istanbul, listening to the radio blasting in English...um.?

After this course, my Turkish is going to get a workout.

I'm thinking of moving. There is an apartment closer to downtown, significantly cheaper than my current place. Haven't decided yet though. I think it depends on how lazy I feel after the course.

OK, enough random thought-dumping for today. I'm off to write the most awesome lesson plan ever.

Thanks for reading.

This is me, signing off...