150 kids in one day

Five lessons, over 30 children in each one makes just over 150 children through my classroom door. Those sort of numbers are just mad and I had blocked out any sense of remberance of how it feels at the end of the day. Here I sit dreaming of tomorrow and more certain than ever that my future lies back over the water. In the midst of that I am aware that all I do these days is whine, whine, whine. I just hope that when I am reading this part of the blog in years to come that I can see it in context as the waiting time that came before the great job.

Being back at my old school feels just like that, being back. The people that were there are still there and they are just as warm and friendly as ever. Being in the staffroom with a load of teachers who have been there so long that they taught me when I went there, reminded me that I have become used to the massive moves that are made every year when you live and work abroad. Back onto the continent for me please.