I feel we’re over the 3-week hump now. And so we should be. It’s week four.
Despite being even more absolutely shattered than last night (I’ve had to resort to a continuous intake of caffeine / taurine packed Red Bull to stay awake), I’m feeling a whole lot better tonight.
This is mainly due to the fact that we’re into our final week – just 4 days to go until we can declare victory. I’ve submitted my final assignment (should hear tomorrow if it needs to be re-written), and taught my last one-hour lesson (my final TP is on Thursday, just 30 minutes to take me up to the 6 hours required by the course).
We’ve been receiving a lot of encouragement from our tutors – and from the students too 🙂
It’s all good. Just a shame that I lack any remaining brainpower for witty blog posts (no change there then).
If you’re TEFL-inclined, you could go take a look at Alex Case’s section of the Tefl.net website. His comment on my previous post resulted in many of our class taking a break from lesson planning this morning and learning how many TEFL teachers it takes to change a lightbulb.
Right. Best get off to bed.
It was a Thursday. 7pm. West Street, Sheffield. I was waiting for the number 52 bus home.
He came from behind me. Shuffled past me. Stopped. Looked me in the eye, then opened his mouth to speak:
Do you know who said
“This precious stone set in a silver sea”
I made a valiant attempt at not looking in the least bit surprised, and admitted that no, I didn’t.
“I see”, I said. “And do you agree with him?”
I do, I love it here! He was Russian. Had only arrived in the UK a few weeks beforehand. He found this a good way to make friends.
Well, why not? I thought. After all, I used a pet penguin to do the very same thing in his home country.
It’s 2am on Bank Holiday Monday, and I’ve just finished the last of three assignments we’ve had over the last three weekends. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s been OK. The guidelines are pretty clear, and it’s all based on what we’ve been taught up until now.
This assignment consisted of several stages: the first was to observe our students in class (on Thursday and Friday), carry out a survey, analyse the results and then come up with a summary of their needs.
Next, we had to find a text (reading or listening) that would be appropriate for our learners, and justify our choice. I chose to create an original text focusing upon the Olympic Games closing ceremony (recorded, in conjunction with my course-mate Josh, onto my Macbook in the echoey stairwell between floors 4 and 5 of the IC!)
Finally, we had to create a lesson plan based on that text. Thankfully, the lesson plan can be used not only for the assignment, but also in tomorrow’s class (provided any students show up – it is Bank Holiday after all! Fingers crossed – we need those teaching hours)
Until a couple of days ago I felt that week one was the hardest. But then on Thursday I found myself starting to get a bit depressed – three weeks of not getting enough sleep was really getting to me (note to others: don’t sign up for early-morning sushi delivering if opting to do CELTA). I’ve felt pretty crap most of the weekend too. Moving to Japan, which in reality is only about 11 days away, seems about as real as a fictional holiday that David Archer is going to take on the Archers next week. Even receiving a stack of train tickets for all the travel I’ll be doing between finishing this course and flying from Heathrow didn’t make it any more real.
The only thing that is real is that is I have to be up in a few hours.
On a more upbeat note, congrats to my dear friends Jo and Joe on the birth of their second son! Look forward to meeting the new baby next week!
(Click for larger image. You have to be a Flickr contact to see the original).
I think I’m somewhat ridiculously over-excited about moving back to Japan. I’ll be there in two weeks.