Today was my last day of six weeks teaching English in Cambridge. I felt like a slave half the time, but I can't promise I won't come back next year. I'd have to say that meeting and teaching so many awesome kids has been pretty rewarding. I wouldn't say it has put me off the idea of teaching, but it has made me realise that right now I don't want to commit to a full teaching year. Maybe in January...maybe next year..maybe later. As for Spain. Well. Madrid was awesome, but right now I just feel like the right decision is to stay in the UK for a bit. So I'll be taking Spanish lessons- in Edinburgh. I really want to talk to my friends right now, I need advice about stuff, human interaction stuff..hmm that sounds a bit sus doesn't it? It wasn't meant to..or...
So, I have a train ticket, a few days in a hostel and a whole lot of possibilities. My students keep asking me when I'm going to 'scottyland' and whether I will be 'living under a bridge'. Bless the little brats. No really, I'll miss them and their awesome mistakes like 'I want to improve my grandma' and 'last night I was very boring'.
Today before I left my boss came up to me to say thanks and that he'll miss me. I didn't know how to respond, so I said 'is it because I'm Australian?' and then jumped up and made an A with my body, 'YMCA' style and shouted 'Go Australia!'. He just looked at me blankly having no idea why I had done it. I don't either. Social retardation is a possibility; luckily he just assumed I was drunk.
My photo of Cambridge. The Bridge of Sighs from the River Cam.