A class of nine year olds,30 in total, all looking at me. No choice but to put on a clowns mask and go for it:Feeling twenty years younger teaching English, looking ten years older teaching English.
About this blog
Did i really volunteer to do this. I walked to school for the first morning in 30'c of heat and I knew my perspiration was from nerves and not the morning sun, and it's only eight in the morning. What was the joke about the Headmaster not wanting to go to school. Two footballs from Wolves in my bag and a big deep breath and here we go. And five weeks later, i never knew how wonderful this could be. Read on to see the many mistakes of a volunteer in Mancora , on his first ever teaching placement, and how i scapled alive by razor eyed quick fingered ninos!!