Class, Eurotrip, and Mum
Monday, March 31st, 2008I managed to survive my first week of teaching! In fact, I happen to believe I more than survived it — I kicked its ass. Or maybe that’s a hyperbole in the other direction. At the very least, we’ve come to some sort of a ceasefire: all of the students that showed up for the first class also showed up for the second, suggesting they’re willing to weather me for three weeks at least. And when I left class on the second day, I came to the surprising realization that I had honestly and actually enjoyed myself during class. Revelation of revelations, no?
But I’m considering that a good sign: By the second day of class, my jitters were gone and I was enjoying myself. Now I have just four more class periods before Amanda and I head to Europe!
Which… well, we’re thinking we should spend a little more time thinking about this week. We still don’t have bus tickets between the cities, so we should probably get on that. And I sorta intended to re-learn a touch of French before we left (not sure if that’ll really happen, though).
In other happy news, my mom celebrated the 19th edition of her 27th birthday last Thursday. She has officially had as many 27th birthdays as she had regular-type birthdays before I was born. This August, I’ll finally catch up to her, and I fully intend to pass her by in early August 2009. Pamela Glazebrook remains the oldest surviving member of the Forever 27 Club. She resides in Johnston.


