This time next week I’ll be chillin’ in a modern hotel in Grenoble, soaking up the few luxuries I will experience over the next 7 months. I’m sure every language student who is about to embark on their year abroad is feeling the same mix of emotions as I am - anxiety, fear, excitement and curiosity for the unknown. Truth be told, I’m currently feeling a whole lot more terrified than anything. Due to my being lazy over the past three months, I am going to France without any sort of lesson preparation in hand; not good when I’m being entrusted not only by the British Council, but the French educational authority, to teach. Without being given any heads up/tips by my responsable, how am I meant to know what sort of curriculum a middle-class school teaches their 15-18 year olds?! And don’t even get me started on the potential lessons with the students of the classes préparatoires, who I’m told read Shakespeare. SHAKESPEARE. I expected to simply cut a few articles outta The Guardian and make them read, occasionally asking questions.. Not have to dig out English Literature A Level books and brush up on my knowledge of the old man.. Actually, terrified doesn’t even cut it.
I also started packing today, and the fact that my clothes only filled one suitcase worries me. I now need to go shopping (again), because there’s no way that seven months worth of clothes should only fill one suitcase. First world problems and all that.
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