Catastrophe Interview

So staying on khao san road is turning out to be quite scarey. There are a serious amount of freaks here. Han went to brush her teeth last night (shared bathroom down the corridor) and came back out of breath and white faced. Apparently she was in the middle of brushing when a disembodied american voice came from above quoting what sounded like a film, she thought maybe there were some lads in the mens talking, but the voice kept going on it's own, then started talking biblical and about blood, at this hannah remembers the scene from the beach and backs slowly out the bathroom, brush in hand, and legs it down the corridor to our room. So we're listening at the window and now i can hear the mad man, he's like "your father was a scum bag, your mother was a scum bag, and you're a scum bag" or something like that (there's no one with him, he's talking to himself i think) and his voice is getting louder and coming down the corridor! so we come away from the window and stop talking and taking the piss cos it's actually quite scarey knowing there's someone off their head outside your bedroom! however the voice receded, and it was fine. And then this morning i was woken to the dulcet tones of a drunken english bloke threatening to kill someone just below my window, i look out and he's being held back by his mates and shouting horrible stuff... nice way to start the day aye?

Apart from that life's pretty noneventful at the moment, and after all that travelling malarkey i thought i'd best get some more stress in my life as it was running pretty much too smoothly. To this end i've applied to International House, a very good teaching company. I had the interview which went...ok apparently (see below) and now i have to teach an hours lesson, with my interviewer watching me, on SUNDAY MORING at 8.30 in the A frickin M. That's my big one on saturday night out the window!
The interview itself was going well till he asked me how i would teach adverbs of frequency to elementary students... i sat there with a vacant and probably quite scared look on my face and all i could think was 'shit, shit, shit, shit, wot's he on about??? oh god what's an adverb? what does frequent mean again? oh bugger, what shall i say? um, oooh look, i can see lumpini park from this classroom, god it would be cooel to work here, heeeey, is that a squirrel over there? my god i think it is! i wonder if thai squirrels are as aggressive as english ones...' abd so on, we sat for maybe a minute like this and then he took pity:
'do you know what adverbs of frequency are?'
'um...no'
so he explained what they are (words like 'always' 'sometimes' and 'never')
'so how would you teach them?'
i was just sat there like a gormless idiot, my mind went completely BLANK, it was horrible, so i mumbled something about working in pairs and something else that was the biggest load of shyte ever, it was sooo embarressing. But it didn't seem to bother him and he told me the interview went well!! Now I don't know what kind of window-lickers he's interviewed in the past, but it certainly did NOT go well at all in my head! Thankfully what i think doesn't matter!
So now i have a meeting with another of the teachers in 2 hours and she's gonna explain what the kids are like, and i have to trial teach them tomorrow for an hour. God help me.