I’ve already had my own classroom twice! But allow me to back up to the beginning. So. After about 26 of traveling (reaaaally should had someone drive me to Sea-Tac rather than tolerating a seven-hour layover there), I and all my luggage found my driver at the airport who, unfortunately, spoke no English. It was a long, quiet ride to the apartment. He led me to my room, let me in and said “8:30, 8:30.” Since it was already 10 at night, I assumed I would be picked up by 8:30 the next morning.
I get a guy the next morning knocking on my door and saying, “I am welcome! Follow me to institution!” I finally figured out that Welcome is actually his English name. Definitely snickered at that one. He showed me how to use the bus, and find the school, 15 minutes away. Then I met everyone at school (so nice!!) and was told to start preparing for my first lesson. Ahhhh hahaha. No training whatsoever. I was handed an English kids’ book and told to make a worksheet to hand out to the kids and I would be teaching 70-minute class periods the next day. It was nuts… I’m so tired.
But my apartment is cute!! :) Excited to decorate!
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