I’ve now worked 6 days as an English teacher. And I’ve concluded that teachers deserve a weekend after every day. Most people do I guess, but last week really felt like an eternity. I have almost 150 students, divided into 7 classes, and I’ve never done this before. LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME, I have no idea what I’m doing. The week before all the students arrived we were supposed to prepare and stuff, and I literally spent some time just writing nonsense on a paper so that at least I would look busy.

I’m figuring it out though. And I do like it. Today, monday again, and I didn’t have the constant nervousness making me tense from the core. And I like standing in front of a class. But time is not enough, so much more to do at every moment. I live and breathe this, but I guess that’s a thing of habit too. Maybe in a few weeks I’ll be able to relax more. Until then, I’ll just try to do this as well as I can.

And I just wanted to write this short update since I don’t think I’ve even mentioned this job here. I’m only gonna work until christmas though, since they can’t hire anyone for longer if they’re not a legit teacher, which I’m not. And that’s okay, then I’ll do something else. I don’t really know what yet.

And now, before we go, some hipster pictures from spending the friday night in our summer house.

Oh, and a GIF from when we tried to go paddling and rowing. Only to realize that we forgot the key to our boat and canoe. They’re locked together. But we decided to try anyways. Did not get very far but we had fun, sometimes life’s like that. 

Good night!