The Plucky Programmer

I know I don't lok it,but I'm just 321 !

Hello, Handsome.

I landed on Earth in the morning, feeling queasy. Never thought I would feel like this after travelling, but 20 Hyperspace jumps would even make Thor reach for the sick bag.

My plans were to apply as an English teacher in a smallish red bricked educational institution off the coast of nowhere, called Æ-MÏτÝ ZÅrκÊτ or sumthin. I didn’t find it necessary to change my appearance as the people here, I’m told, could live with unusual things. My name, carefully picked by my computer after spending a great many nano-seconds on survey and research,  would be  ζhåµHµη.

A giant green slobbering alien in the school courtyard. How absolutely normal.

Inside, I found that they had received my application and I was appointed as middle school English teacher without even so much as an interview. (A staffer confided to me that a rogue student rendered almost all the English teachers here mentally unfit last month, by devouring their pets, hence the monumental resource crunch)(Another staffer confided that this story was just a lie made up the authorities so that they donot discourage any of the new aspirants.)

Also, it appears, they have a soft spot for my name, ζhåµHµη. Upon hearing it even the grown teachers put on a plastic smile and act towards everything related to it as if the name itself has bagged 3 Nobel Prizes and is running for 7 more. Maybe they are awarded discount coupons redeemable in the neighboring J-Block market for praise of this word or sumthin–ill never be able to figure it out. :S

However, it turns out that they don’t have school today, as its a Sunday (School on only 5 days a week? Thats ridiculous. What’ll they have next now–Holidays on religious occasions?) And so here I am, back in my good ol’ ship, listening to some excellent Earth classics. (This volume’s called Classic Orgasmic Noises. Didn’t know humans had this much calibre in them).

And Ciao for now, ill keep y’all posted as to what happens next. :D