Here I am, 3rd of June, some many months after trying to set a daily or weekly reflection on my teaching. I just came back to say I’ll write my final report on the semester soon!

I promise myself

just to remind myself:

#some 12 year-old students ARE so willing that makes teaching really worthwhile.

# in just 1h30 you can touch somebody’s heart, imagine in a whole semester [FRED]

I really haven’t got the time to write every single thing that has been passing through my mind right now. It’s a pretty new school – for me and for the city I live in – and I have great feelings for it. For my teaching there, for my responsibility towards developing my teaching techniques and ALSO for my being an exceptional teacher. When I decided I’d be an English teacher, I decided I’d be a great, EXTRAordinary one. Rumour has it that I’ve been accomplishing it quite well!

How did I decide to be a teacher? An English teacher? I’ll tell you in some days. I’m here just to acknowledge the beginning of a brand new semester, with lots of responsibilities and challenges – what am I if not a risk taker and a lover for going to lenghts to do something?

Every day, a reflection. Every day, a criticism. After all, I must be my best and most truthful critic.

“Round my hometown

Memories are fresh

Round my hometown

Ooh the people I’ve met

Are the wonders of my world”

ADELE – Hometown GLORY:

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