While the rest of cicadas crying and buring their life, bell crickets already began singing at night. Gusty rain on Monday cooled down the temperature, saying “Here’s September.” And I got a little (just a little) cold. Without noticing, I had passed by August, and now take a breath, worrying about other things to do. It was a good summer. With my colleagues and kids coming to our class, I ran through the days. That indeed developed my competency, and hopefully, those kids may have made progresses.
Sometimes I feel awful, finding that I’m trapped by too linear, busy, and rosy ways of thinking.
口が上手くなっていくことにだけは本当に本当に本当に気をつけなきゃならないよ。