One day, once upon a time when I was but 6, I told my dad I was going to be a teacher.
“Don’t be daft,” he said, “you’re too clever to be a teacher. They earn close to nothing.”
So on I went, into economics, where supposedly the money was, but even there I preferred training and coaching. Many years later I looked up from the grindmill and saw that little girl who had wanted to be a teacher. And it was my decision now. So I said, let’s do it. Let’s go to Madrid, get a certificate and a low-paying traineeship, let’s see what this English teaching is all about.
The rest is what I talk about in these posts. You’ll find musings about my classes, my working place, the country I’m in at the time, lesson plans, activities and personal stories. I hope you’ll enjoy it.