That was the exclamation uttered by my Singaporean cousin when I figured out that my contract is only for one year (as most of you if you read my unimportant fb statuses probably know).
So yes, my contract is for one year. I found this out today when I went to go get my personal number, which tells the government that I exist. So that was a lovely revelation. I also found out that I only have 18hours a week of teaching time, the rest of my time is supposed to be doing various extra curricular things and prepping.
Anyway, some interesting things that have happened so far (I am still internet-less, and will be for the next month or so, which is saddening!), but I do have a pay-as-you-go phone until I get the phone from the school.
I have a swastika which has been carved into my door Continue reading