Yesterday I had my first time in front of the classroom by myself. It was a class entirely composed of 20ish year old boys who don't care at all about English, so you could say I was nervous! I had a lesson plan, but my biggest strategy was simply to not let them smell my fear! It actually went well and I had a lot of fun with them.
I am really loving this job, as I'm getting paid to talk my 'peers' (even though I'm their teacher) in France. How much better can it get?
Last night one of my neighbors came over for a chat. He wanted to speak English, so a conversation that would have lasted about an hour between native speakers turned into about 3 hours. You could say I'm learning patience. It was nice to have a visitor.
All evening long, there was a lot of ruckus in the hallway, being Thursday night and all. But around midnight, there was a commotion outside my door, and I could hear "Don't wake up Caroline!" I wasn't sleeping, so I went out to see what was going on, and apparently one of my neighbors from the floor below had decided to return to his room by pushing himself on his back down the hallway and had bumped his head on my door frame. He had a couple of his friends kinda kicking at him trying to get him to stand up. Ahhhh, college.
Today the students asked me how my Thursday night was, so I'm guessing they've heard about it. *sigh*
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