No more teacher's dirty looks! Though that would be me in this scenario, wouldn't it...?
Ohmygoodnesswesurvived! Six exhausted, elated 'CELTees' and our tutors. From the left: Justice, James, Yours truly feeling quite short, Neil and Fran (tutors), Richard, Liz, and Anastasia.
On the last day of class, we had an hour of lessons and then the students brought tons of baked goods and soda and threw a party. Our students were determined to look after us-- I got suggestions about nearby Armenian restaurants. One student had asked for advice about her Chicago vacation and in return brought me nearly fifty pamphlets about Argentina- highlighted, circled, and notated (with free museum days)! Another woman even discreetly slipped all the girls the address of an inexpensive underwear store!
The ever bubbly and inquisitive Marta got the picture taking started...
Then everyone joined in! Some of our students from both classes.
And then went out and had another one!
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This is literally the FIRST beer I had in Argentina-- we'd been that busy. After many a sleepless night lesson planning we'd finally achieved the coveted PASS. It seemed unreal and we speculated about the upcoming weekend with no papers to write...
Cue 24 hours later when reality comes crashing down. Now what?
Good question. I think about my move to Chicago what seems like forever ago. Fresh out of IU, I stood firm in my decision that Chi-city was the place for me-- many of my friends were migrating there and I was determined to try something outside College Town, USA for once. However, I had no job prospects, the little cash I'd scraped together waiting tables, and had never lived in a city. I went home for a few weeks to get my bearings and I will never forget my father shaking his head and saying, "You know, sweetie-- it used to be you got a job offer first and then moved to a city, not the other way around." Then he smiled and hugged me around the shoulders and said, "But I guess that's not how you do things, is it?"
It's five years later. Here I go again...
Love from,
Kerk