In five hours I will be on a plane. By the time most of you read this, I will already be on a plane. I really have too much to write about, too many humorous stories of five minute interactions I could stretch out into paragraphs and paragraphs... maybe even a full-length feature film. But as my blogging has gone in the past, I pick one minor and rather uninteresting topic, throw in a few puns or clever descriptions and do my best to get a few chuckles out of the few Russians, Canadians and Hungarians reading this.
I am spending my last few hours in Australia fighting off sleep, drinking chocolate coffee drinks, watching a wonderful series called "Black Books" and wondering what to make of the last three months of my life. That last part might take a while. I will try to recap some major motifs from the last few months. Consider this the prologue to the upcoming series of final posting.
Oh heavenly days I cannot wait to be done with this blog. Writing has, at times, felt like what I imagine spiders who get their legs pulled off by terrible children with freckles feel like.
For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, French Student Teacher is completely behind me. But the idea of the French Student Teacher will always be in front of me. You know what I mean. Don't you?
Student Teaching is done. I had a very warm goodbye from the staff. Cards, cake and a farewell speech written by my cooperating teacher and who left sick. I ended up giving my own farewell speech, really a bit of foreshadowing for when I will inevitably give my own eulogy due to a lack of interest and attendance.
I visited a class of grade 2 and 3 students. They asked for my email, pulled my mustache and sang a farewell song to me.
People have asked me if I am excited to go home. They have asked if I will miss Australia or what I rate my overall experience here. If it was worth it or if I will come back.
The answers are: yes, yes, 9/10, yes and yes if I can.
Oh heavenly days I cannot wait to be done with this blog. Writing has, at times, felt like what I imagine spiders who get their legs pulled off by terrible children with freckles feel like.
For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, French Student Teacher is completely behind me. But the idea of the French Student Teacher will always be in front of me. You know what I mean. Don't you?
Student Teaching is done. I had a very warm goodbye from the staff. Cards, cake and a farewell speech written by my cooperating teacher and who left sick. I ended up giving my own farewell speech, really a bit of foreshadowing for when I will inevitably give my own eulogy due to a lack of interest and attendance.
I visited a class of grade 2 and 3 students. They asked for my email, pulled my mustache and sang a farewell song to me.
People have asked me if I am excited to go home. They have asked if I will miss Australia or what I rate my overall experience here. If it was worth it or if I will come back.
The answers are: yes, yes, 9/10, yes and yes if I can.
I don't know what else to write at this time, except that above all things I have a bittersweet taste at the back of my mouth. I will miss the people here and I long for the feeling Michigan dirt has on my feet.
If you read this, I will either see you soon, or never see you again. Neither of those are sure things and sorry for the blunt honesty, but whether or not I see or don't see you again things will turn out alright.
Cheers,
Melmoth
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