As of today, I am an officially qualified Teacher of English to Speakers of Other Languages – yes indeed: I now have my passport to the nations. But I’m not really celebrating.
This last month has been a really good one for me – I’ve been enjoying myself, responding well to the enforced discipline, and so on – and above all, I’ve been full of hope, since I found a FANTASTIC job to apply for and did well in my interview and everything. I really felt that this was my turning point – one year on from leaving NZ, after a crap 12 months. But no. I didn’t get it, and I have no idea why.
[they must have had some absolutely shockingly amazing applicants, that’s all I can say]
So everything has fallen down again. Yes, I now have an actual skill, but my sense of hope and purpose have disappeared. At least it’s the end of term: tomorrow I’m off to Devon for a fortnight of gardening and not having to care about anything 🙂