It is a little over a month after my arrival in Italy. I am in my classroom, planning three lessons for later in the day. I’m not getting all that far, as I keep being interrupted by my special needs … Continue reading
(image from Old School Paul on Flickr) One of the things that I really miss about the UK is Germolene. It is usually the answer to all my minor skin complaints, including (but not limited to) the many stupid injuries … Continue reading
(image by Piccolina Photography on Flickr) The next 10 days are quiet. Classes are taking a while to be programmed in – obviously, George’s departure has upset the timetabling a bit. It’s quite a relief to be starting off slowly, … Continue reading
Strangely, with George gone, things begin to get better. Alex comes out of his shell, and we discover that we have a shared sense of humour. I am still homesick, but it’s not quite so overwhelming. Sadness does have a … Continue reading
The next day dawns sunny and gorgeous. Fantastic. We head into school late morning, hoping to catch up with the boss and start getting organised for the start of term in a few days’ time. Hmm. Not so much. The … Continue reading
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