After the game is before the game

This is a quote, that fairly precisely describes my situation at the moment. Due to a mis-calculation for doing English camps, I’ve found out that I basically have no time to ‘rest’ at the end of my 6 week stint. One for the local education office, the other for another school, paid. Quite handsomely too I might add. All told well over what I’m paid in a month and basically I’ll earn this and more in about 3 weeks. But at a price of work is no rest. I’ve always considered myself the job as a, well, job. Do it for money, this camp in relative terms makes me a sort of mercenary. Dirty, dangerous jobs, suitable only for a hired guns. My job just became easier when I found out that I’d be teaching the English camps from conversation books or self-made books from the school. Yay.

The title of this blog is a quote from a movie, which is a quote from a person. Can you tell me, which movie and from which person the title of this blog came from?

Mercenary position taken, random scrawlings, am I going in circles?

I was offered, and, I accepted a job at a technical high school (thereafter known as ‘Semi-conductor High school’). Teaching two hours every Thursday for 50k an hour. It would mean about a 45 minute trip, all-up just to get there.

“How long do they want me?” was my question. A polite shrug from my KET was the response. If the new guy coming in is too green, and if they like me… well it’s mine for as long as I please. Teaching in the countryside lends to a very workman like regime.

The type of insurgent, I’ve dealt with before, and with the promise of a KATUSA at my side, I began to turn over possible lesson plans in my mind.