I’m sitting in the hotel lobby, tapping into intermittent wi-fi, and having a cappuncino. I get a text message from a colleague that she just looked in her colleagues copy of the schedule for the upcoming national tefl conference. She, myself, and another guy all submitted proposals for the conference in late September and were not notified as to acceptance or rejection. Since a few other colleagues had received acceptance emails, we figured we were in the rejection realm. Not so. We were all accepted and printed up in the schedule without notification. Usually, people have to confirm they are indeed attending if they are presenting. Apparently not. The Fellow who figured this out has emailed the organization for confirmation. At least we found out now and not upon registering for our swag bags.
I’m also battling another vicious case of athlete’s foot that has left me limping in pain. I saw a dermatoligist in Banda Aceh with delightfully competent English. She had a look between my toes from her chair as I pulled them apart, then prescribed two creams and two prescription medicines. The doctor’s visit cost 50,000 while the medicine was 260,000. I’ll go get a check-up the middle of next week.