I had a lesson today, and boy was it quite the day. Let me share with you. It actually starts with last night. We finally got internet at our apartment, so while it helped in the lesson planning research, it also made it easier to procrastinate. It's the reason I didn't get TV at my place for the past two years. I didn't feel like lesson planning, so instead, John and I walked around town, enjoying one of our last nights in Florence. When we got home, I got on Skype and talked with Ben for about 3 hours. It was awesome, but I didn't do much....ok, any work during that time
. I set my alarm for 7 to do it all this morning before I taught at 1:30. 8 am rolls by, and I wake up with a start. I had spent most of the night itching the bites from the insects I thought had gone into retirement but came back in full swing. I'd forgotten to set my alarm, so I quickly get up to start working. I had had an idea the night before, so I got most of my plan done, and then decided to head over to school. It was good timing too, because our power went out, and I had very little battery left on my computer. I get to school and immediately get to work. Not ten minutes go by and then, poof, the power is gone at school too. It was out for a while, during which I frantically worked on my quickly dying computer and then hopped onto the school computer to print out everything when the power came back on. But, as Murphy would have it, the computer ran at about the speed of molasses, and it took light years to finally get it all out. By this time, it is almost 1, and I still have not fully prepared for this lesson. Somehow, I manage to pull it all together, and before I know it, it's my turn to teach. I get up in front of these 10 Italians, in a tiny, stuffy room, and begin to teach them the present perfect. And it goes horribly. I usually gauge how well the lesson is going by the little lightbulb that I can see go off over their heads, and boy is it staying dark today. I have never received such blank looks in my life. I start sweating, which doesn't help since it's so hot I'm already sweating, and begin to feel very flustered. The observer is coldly looking at me from across the room, writing and judging the entire time. I hand out the first activity, and suddenly, the attitude changes. The students are understanding. And before I know it, the final activity comes and everyone has a blast, and they have learned! They know present perfect! I have never been so happy and so stressed out in one lesson. Afterwards I met with the observer who always starts by asking "how do you think the lesson went?" And I'm always honest
. So I said, "it started horribly, and ended on a good note." I think this particular observer, who initially scared the crap out of me cuz she is a very confident, strong woman, thinks I can't handle criticism. She never tells me anything bad, like she thinks I can't handle it. Um hello, I went through four years of non-stop criticism, I think I can take it when someone doesn't like my work! But oh well, I got through it, and I ate my lunch, and I took the rest of the day off.
I only have 3 more days here! I feel sad, like the sad I get when I live somewhere for a long time and have to leave. It's only been a month, but I've already grown attached to Florence. Of course, I will tremendously enjoy the quietness of the country (I'm moving to Dello, Italy by the way), but I have loved living here. Tomorrow is my last lesson. I have a lot to do to prepare for it, but I think I will just go to bed soon instead. Arriverderci mi amiche! Grazie mille per leggere il mio blog :)
I'm so glad many of you read my blos and think it's funny. I find it easier to be humorous in writing. It's almost like I can pretend to be someone else. It's kind of like the fake confidence I get from wearing sunglasses. I feel too exposed if someone can see my eyes. Also, the sun is very bright, so I feel better when I wear them.