Ooo Awww it's Thursday

The cool thing about teaching is that you have a different classes every day...well almost.

Our Monday, Wednesday and Friday are the same. Our Tuesday and Thursday are the same.

And am I already glad it's Thursday.

On MWF (which I will now refer to as the days that are so long) I teach straight through most of the afternoon. This is after 'playing' with kindergartens for two hours in the morning.

I leave here almost comotose. I can assume that perhaps because it's my first week, this is why I'm so extremely exhausted. At the same time, I've basically been talking for 6 hours straight.

Not only talking, but trying to communicate. And being very patient.

So patient that I tend to lose it a bit when I get home. Last night, I had a big freak out because laundry was taking up my 'couch potatoing time'.

I'm glad I'm being a teacher for this period because it is teaching me something that I would not have learned otherwise. I would never have had the opportunity to teach like this back home. Just thrown in there. In front of students that I can't understand. Wow.

It seems so long ago I was in Ireland. I only left a week ago.

More to write on the weekend when I have more time...

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