Kind of loved being a teacher today. Maybe because I spend the day in an extreme sleep deprivation-induced fog. Maybe because of the recent med school business has reminded me that these could be my last few months doing this. I'm not sure.
One student was his usual lovely self. Another was his usual nitpicky self but my superior knowledge of grammar and - dare I say it? - burgeoning didactic skillz managed to satisfy him. A third burst in halfway through the second lesson just to say 'hello! hi! ciao! come va? how are you? ciao!' And with the last guy we spent another half hour after the end of the lesson just talking because we forgot to end the lesson. And I think I forgot to give him homework. Oops.
Anyway, though. I kind of wanted to hug them all. Not really sure why...
How lovely is that, though? How many people can say that they smiled when they sat down and reflected on their day at work, and are happy to go back tomorrow?
Check in with me tomorrow when the alarm clock goes off, but in the meantime... isn't that nice?
About Me
Life in Italy... and other places.
An American takes a year post-college (and pre-medical school) to go to Italy and teach English. The year stretches to three... and four... and this blog is a record of small things that get remembered at the end of the day. On occasion, she can also be found in New Jersey or France, the familial homelands.
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