Mosquitoes and Cockroaches
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July 29th – 11:43PM
Location: British International School, Phuket.
Finally, the CELTA course is coming to an end with only two days left. It seems to have taken a lifetime throughout the experience but upon reflection the last 4 weeks feels like a scattered memory in my mind and I feel as though I only left my home in Leicester a few days ago. I am mentally exhausted from the intensive study hours I have put in to this course and I can truly say I have never worked so hard, I can only hope that this pays off when we are given our recommended grades. I have a one hour lesson left which I will teach on Friday and I am striving to achieve what my trainer believes to be a thorough, well planned and logically staged lesson that uses a variety of techniques to allow the students to practice the present perfect tense. Grammar, the hardest lessons to teach in my opinion, has been a regular occurrence in my overall 9 teaching practices and this has often left me learning it myself the night before to ensure my lesson runs as smoothly as possible, so far it has been all good and I hope that this continues.
There is, however, a shining light at the end of this tunnel that is keeping me going. The opportunities that are available in English Language teaching are varied, interesting and rewarding. This has certainly made me want to put my learning into practice. I’m confident to say that I do feel as though I have found my ‘destiny’ in life. Strangely enough, I have had numerous occasions whereby I have recognised snippets of Déjà Vu, experiences that happen in the present that I have seen and felt in my mind’s eye a long time ago in the past. It is all very peculiar, but surely it’s a good thing.
Another odd occurrence happened last week when Matt R, Greg and I went to the local shop to buy postcards, for my writing lesson, and then found a very swish bar at The Boat Lagoon. We sat and relaxed, savouring our short time away from the confines of the school that evening. Matt R pointed out quite early on the course that he often remembers me by the Paul McCartney song, Rosie…I love you (I’m not 100% sure if this is the actual song title), I’ve never heard of this song before nor has anyone referenced it to me but it actually played that night in the bar because the barman had it on his IPod. It just reminded me that there is definitely more to life that what the eye can see when strange things like that happen, seriously, what are the chances!
Last Friday, the course trainees and trainers went for an evening meal at restaurant located at The Boat Lagoon, where we sat outside by the harbour where many magnificent yachts were docked as we ate our meal. The highlight of the evening for me was a very big cockroach, about 2 inches long; scurrying its way happily across the table towards me so I immediately slide right on my chair and squish up against Amoret in the hope that it will head in another direction. However, to my horror it clambers up the side of my coca-cola bottle up to the rim and then makes the decision to fly its way to me and land on my shoulder and take another happy scurry across the top of my back. Of course, I felt every one of its legs assaulting my skin immediately and let out a screechy yelp as I desperately flung my arms around to brush it off me and succeeded in my efforts. Shortly after my ordeal, another cockroach ran over my foot and I was left in a mild state of paranoia for the rest of the evening.
To finish off the perfect night, I discovered that I had been severely bitten by mosquitoes on my feet, lower legs and upper arms. A staggering 42 mosquito bites in fact. Admittedly it is my own fault for not using repellent and I will never opt out of smelling of ‘travellers’ cologne’ and taking the risk of getting bitten again. The incurable itching has been constant agony for me for the last five days and it has finally begun to subside so my lesson has definitely been thoroughly learnt.
The next step of my adventure starts soon and it will actually feel like I’m on holiday, I will leave the school on Friday with Tracy and book into a hotel in Phuket. Tracy flies back to Australia on Wednesday so we are planning to spend a few days relaxing on the beach, being pampered and resting our minds. On Friday 7th August I am flying to Bangkok where I will be taken to Petchaburi Province to start my 3 week volunteer work at the wildlife rescue centre. I am certainly looking forward to being able to use my SLR camera to capture the beauty that is everywhere outside of these school gates!
Location: British International School, Phuket.
Finally, the CELTA course is coming to an end with only two days left. It seems to have taken a lifetime throughout the experience but upon reflection the last 4 weeks feels like a scattered memory in my mind and I feel as though I only left my home in Leicester a few days ago. I am mentally exhausted from the intensive study hours I have put in to this course and I can truly say I have never worked so hard, I can only hope that this pays off when we are given our recommended grades. I have a one hour lesson left which I will teach on Friday and I am striving to achieve what my trainer believes to be a thorough, well planned and logically staged lesson that uses a variety of techniques to allow the students to practice the present perfect tense. Grammar, the hardest lessons to teach in my opinion, has been a regular occurrence in my overall 9 teaching practices and this has often left me learning it myself the night before to ensure my lesson runs as smoothly as possible, so far it has been all good and I hope that this continues.
There is, however, a shining light at the end of this tunnel that is keeping me going. The opportunities that are available in English Language teaching are varied, interesting and rewarding. This has certainly made me want to put my learning into practice. I’m confident to say that I do feel as though I have found my ‘destiny’ in life. Strangely enough, I have had numerous occasions whereby I have recognised snippets of Déjà Vu, experiences that happen in the present that I have seen and felt in my mind’s eye a long time ago in the past. It is all very peculiar, but surely it’s a good thing.
Another odd occurrence happened last week when Matt R, Greg and I went to the local shop to buy postcards, for my writing lesson, and then found a very swish bar at The Boat Lagoon. We sat and relaxed, savouring our short time away from the confines of the school that evening. Matt R pointed out quite early on the course that he often remembers me by the Paul McCartney song, Rosie…I love you (I’m not 100% sure if this is the actual song title), I’ve never heard of this song before nor has anyone referenced it to me but it actually played that night in the bar because the barman had it on his IPod. It just reminded me that there is definitely more to life that what the eye can see when strange things like that happen, seriously, what are the chances!
Last Friday, the course trainees and trainers went for an evening meal at restaurant located at The Boat Lagoon, where we sat outside by the harbour where many magnificent yachts were docked as we ate our meal. The highlight of the evening for me was a very big cockroach, about 2 inches long; scurrying its way happily across the table towards me so I immediately slide right on my chair and squish up against Amoret in the hope that it will head in another direction. However, to my horror it clambers up the side of my coca-cola bottle up to the rim and then makes the decision to fly its way to me and land on my shoulder and take another happy scurry across the top of my back. Of course, I felt every one of its legs assaulting my skin immediately and let out a screechy yelp as I desperately flung my arms around to brush it off me and succeeded in my efforts. Shortly after my ordeal, another cockroach ran over my foot and I was left in a mild state of paranoia for the rest of the evening.
To finish off the perfect night, I discovered that I had been severely bitten by mosquitoes on my feet, lower legs and upper arms. A staggering 42 mosquito bites in fact. Admittedly it is my own fault for not using repellent and I will never opt out of smelling of ‘travellers’ cologne’ and taking the risk of getting bitten again. The incurable itching has been constant agony for me for the last five days and it has finally begun to subside so my lesson has definitely been thoroughly learnt.
The next step of my adventure starts soon and it will actually feel like I’m on holiday, I will leave the school on Friday with Tracy and book into a hotel in Phuket. Tracy flies back to Australia on Wednesday so we are planning to spend a few days relaxing on the beach, being pampered and resting our minds. On Friday 7th August I am flying to Bangkok where I will be taken to Petchaburi Province to start my 3 week volunteer work at the wildlife rescue centre. I am certainly looking forward to being able to use my SLR camera to capture the beauty that is everywhere outside of these school gates!
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