Week 2: The Thick of It

Everyone at UKLC told me that this placement would fly by, but I never believed them. Teaching for two weeks in a bustling primary school couldn't be anything other than a drag, I thought. My fortnight at Liceo has like two years and two days simultaneously. Children and staff alike have taken to me so warmly that I feel as though I have been in A Coruna for years, yet the classroom environment is so intensive that I seldom ever find myself watching the clock!  I suppose that this is what it feels like to hit the ground running. 

Adapting to nearly twenty classes of students a week has been challenging, I still have no idea how Bea (my mentor) keeps it in her stride! Her mental catalog of each student, class, grade and overall progress is baffling, but she says that these are the children she has watched grow up, and the colleagues she has known for years. 

It feels strange to think that I have only two weeks left at Liceo, I feel as though I am just beginning to adjust to life here in Galicia and Heathrow already beckons. But, as carnival approaches and the halfway mark is been and gone I feel like I am becoming a fully-fledged teacher, rather than a blundering CELTA graduate. (Even if Bea's mornings are spent retrieving me from some far-flung corner of the school).  

Speak again soon!