I survived my first term

Well, it's the 28th,  the first day of the Easter holidays which means one thing: I made it.

Coming home wasn't exactly the euphoric experience I imagined it being. Actually, the whole day was one big "for fuck's sake." I woke up at 8 and spent the morning doing my laundry (there was a lot). Then I had to run to the other side of the city to pay the landlady, run back again to sort out office stuff and do the printing before my pre-school lesson.One of which was the Easter activities for the lesson. The other, my boarding pass. Neither would print because for some reason I can't open my Hotmail account on any computer, which is a bugger because my laptop isn't connected to any printer.

And found myself holding it together in class when really I just wanted to scream.



Then I had to move from my window seat, but still, you know, I appreciated it while it lasted.

I hadn't seen a field in two months.

Having to take my sweaty shoes off. Getting chatted up by the cab driver and being able to pull the old "Me no hablo espanol."

Obviously I had to empty my *ahem* carefully packed case again.

Being ripped off by Subway and Starbucks.

Bernard Cornwell.

Like it's cute or something, when really it's like "I have no patience for this, douchebag."

So, how did the teaching week go? Well, I only phoned by boss in tears once ready to bottle an ESO class. Except, I didn't bottle it. The week was "Easter fun" week which I had been excited for for weeks and I wasn't going to miss it.

"What's pascua in English?"

"Shrove."

What? Awwwww.

Actually, hold up a picture of a baby animal, ask what it's called and get a variety of adorable responses:

"Ducklet?"

"Chickling?"

AWWWW IHJKJNOIJZLKA.

Then there was sick burn of the week:

Student: "Teacher, do you like the flag of Japan?"
Me: "It's alright. Why?"
Student: "It has your point."

I didn't understand

HANG ON A MINUTE YOU LITTLE -

Then of course there was the WTF moment of the week.

It's fun just to have fun with the kids.



I know when I go back the rush will start again.

Yes, I came home with the intention of not doing anything teacher-related. Then I realise that that's crap, because even though I'm home in the grey miserable cold comfort blanket that is Old Blighty I need to keep going. I've got to watch a lot of Youtube videos.

I'm reunited with the one I love: Skyrim. And you know what? I feel guilty. Every moment I'm not planning, learning Spanish or anything else is making me feel bad. Perhaps because I know that in terms of "mastering" this job, I have a very long way to go,