Shopping

I just hate shopping. Especially shopping for clothes. Whenever I need something, I have a certain picture of it in my mind. And for sure it is impossible to find a piece of clothing just like the one I have imagined in my mind. Shopping for food is not much better. I usually have no idea of what I am going to cook next week. And that's why I have a problem with things I need to buy.

I'm really awful. After two hours of shopping I'm already tired, hungry and everything ends with a headache. I hope that none of my pupils will ever see me in such condition.

I just don't understand people who spend their weekends in shopping centres. I prefer going out in the nature. Climbing, cycling or walking doesn't make me as tired as shopping. And ... I save a lot of money.

What about you? What are the shopping habits in you family?

The holidays are coming

Is there anything you would like to tell me at the end of the school year?
Well, I wish you really nice holidays. Don't stop using English. Read a book, see a film without subtitles, surf on the internet. Don't hesitate to use English whenever you have a chance. And of course enjoy yourselves.

When I grow up

As a teenager I was always dreaming of having a good job. A very special one. Then I became a teacher. Nothing special, of course. But nice anyway. Well, it depends on the week. I have been teaching English and German for five years. I have had many nice pupils. And also some unpleasant experience. However, I have to admit that I'm quite satisfied with my job.

What would you like to be when you grow up? Why do you like this job? What do you already know about it?

A strange job

Some people do really strange things to earn money. There is a joke about a man who applied for a job at the zoo.

A guy needs a job and decides to apply at the zoo. As it happened, their star attraction, a gorilla, had died the night before. They tell this guy that they'll pay him well if he would dress up in the gorillas skin and pretend to be the gorilla so people will keep coming to the zoo. Well, the guy has his doubts. But hey! He needs the money, so he puts on the skin and goes out into the cage. The people all cheer to see him. This isn't so bad, he thinks, and he starts really putting on a show, jumping around, beating his chest and roaring, swinging around. During one acrobatic attempt, though, he loses his balance and crashes through some safety netting, landing square in the middle of the lion cage! As he lies there stunned, the lion roars. He's terrified and starts screaming, "Help, Help, Help! "The lion races over to him, places his paws on his chest and hisses,"Shut up or we'll BOTH lose our jobs!"

Can you think of any other strange jobs? How far would you go if you needed money?