It seemed too much to handle, but now I'm actually enjoying the intensive immersion course I signed up to give this August!
After a week with my first set of university students on the course, and a bunch of totally weird co-lecturers, (not all of them) I went home with a horrendous, nerve wrecking headache, and I thought how stupid I was to have accepted the responsiblilty, something I really didn't need to do.
I spent the weekend in the countryside with the best possible company, and I felt quite refreshed and ready for the second week.
On getting home, I open my message box to one of the sweetest message someone in my profession can ever receive.
5 students (out of 12) wrote to say how much they missed me, how immensely they had enjoyed the course and how much they learnt!
Not to mention that I got a poem from a 26 years old student who seemed to have had an inexplicable crush on me, saying how difficult he found the first day of course, untill he met me, and how afterwards everything else seemed "nicer", how he may never remember the difference between "make" and "do", but that he´ll always remember me.
I was both flattered and humbled.
And I thought it wasn´t so bad after all; 8 hours daily of actual classroom teaching time, breakfast, lunch and two dinners a week.
I mean the schedule might totally suck... but with such students, I could do that and more.
