The Party Monitor Strikes Again
We have an inside joke among foreign teachers here at my school. You see, in almost every class that we teach we have a class monitor. The monitor is basically the liaison between the teachers and the rest of the class, as well as the dean of the school. Most teachers use their monitors to pass messages along to the rest of the class or print out material or what-have-you.
There is also another monitor in our classes. The party monitor. This student (we’re not supposed to know who) is responsible for reporting what we teach and talk about in class to the local CPC official. Basically, we have a spy in our classroom so that the CPC can keep an eye on us and make sure we’re not spreading “subversive” doctrine.
Anyway, the joke is that if we all have party monitors in our classrooms, why not have a party monitor at our parties? With that in mind, the general consensus among the teachers was that I should be party monitor (given my tenure in a social fraternity and my proclivity for partying).
This past weekend I hosted a party in my small apartment for the second time this semester. And what better party theme is there than a toga party? That’s right, I was determined to keep the tradition alive after co-hosting my school’s first ever toga party last semester. And I succeeded with flying colors.
Marta and Emily
With a small donation from a fellow teacher, I was able to construct a “party monitor” badge and affix it to my toga. I think the effect was appropriate for the occasion.
Plenty of teachers showed up, both old and young, and I believe everyone had a great time.
(Left to Right): Puii, Mary, Frank, Johanna, Ralf, and Amar
(L-R): Sarah, Mike, and Lena
By the end of the night things started to get a little silly. The fact that I was taking my “party monitor” duties somewhat seriously–”I am the party monitor! You have to party if I say so!”–didn’t really help the situation. There was some mildly inappropriate … touching. But it was all in good fun and judging by the state of my apartment the next day (it was a huge mess) I would have to say that it was a really great night.
Andrew and Meg. Bad touches!
I think capping the toga party at once a semester is a good idea. You don’t want to overuse a great idea; it will lose its novelty. I do look forward to hosting at least a couple more parties by the end of the semester and I certainly hope that someone carries on the tradition of the toga party after I’m gone.
And remember: Toga! Toga! Toga!
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uhh, graham, youre showing a little nip up there in that one picture… would the party monitor object?
britt, what do you have to say about this shenanigan?
Fei Chang Saucy!
I’d say I’d recognize that nipple in a police line up anyday. Hello, old friend.
If you have a pool, you should have a rubber duck party! Buy lots of generic rubber ducks and fill up the pool. Have ever one bring their own specially dressed up rubber duck to represent them and… I forget how the rest of it goes, but it seemed like a cool idea when someone was telling it to me.
@Laura: hey, there’s nothing wrong with showing a little skin every now and then. Don’t be hating.
@Stevo: Right you are, feichang saucy.
@Britt: He sends his regards. He misses you!
@Conrad: No pool, unfortunately. Though I don’t see why that couldn’t stop me from filling my flat with hundreds of rubber ducks and having a party. The gears are turning….