It was crazy busy in the weekdays, and at the weekends I
just went out and rested at home. So,…
The Celta’s 2nd and especially 3rd week were hell! I never
ever felt that unsuccessful and inadequate before in my life even though I knew
deep inside that I wasn’t. I even cried at the end of the third week to the
girls that I just met at the beginning of the course. It’s sooo not me. That intense pressure was something new in
my life. Lession practises and written assignments overlapped. I tried to
minimize my inaccruacy in my English and thought of what to write and how to
write for long moments, tried to plan my lesson to the Standard and to the
details. Had 4 and sometimes 3 hours of sleep at nights. Made sure that
everything was ready for the lesson. And then saw that I always forgot or
didn’t have time to do something each time: Giving the papers to the tutor,
checking the listening cd before the lesson – it was lost, so I read aloud the
transcript to students instead of the CD – writing the sourced materials, etc.
However, the last weekend was nearly great like my first
week. Its partly because we didnt have much written assignments anymore, I
could sleep more and think and act more properly, asked ideas to the tutors
which grounded a basis for my lessons, I finally knew and understood what to
do, and at last but not the least, I was determined and passionate about ending
it in a really good way to build my lost self confidence again… And thanks to
that, I had an above Standard J Stil not A, it’s a B. But A is said to be tooo
uncommon and you should be a native or native speaker like. I don’t know…
Anyways, other than the work I had really nice and great
friends. Met lots of interesting and kind people from Middle Eastern, Saudi,
neighbouhoods, Americans and some British tutors… We all studied at the
weekdays, and went out to discover the city mostly with one of my Persian
friend, and American friend. One of the Syrian girls who lives in Saudi Arabia
was reaaaly insulting and offending I stopped to talk to her. My Egyptian
roommate was soo annoying, noisy, excessive consumer of everything that I was
just about to produce pre-judgments on Arabs (given that I’m Turkish it’s not
that difficult), than I met really nice and friendly Arab men from Iraq, Syria,
Yemen… I stopped doing that. We were all from different places, nationalities,
and lives, but we still were really connected to each other. And many felt the
same way with me.
Aaand what about the near and
distant future? First thing I go home, I will measure my weight! I hardly
cooked at home. Bakeries in the morning, biscuits in the intervals, big meals
at the noon… Well didn’t eat much after that… And couldnt work out ever – it
was impossible at that home with no carpets on the ground.
And will apply for a university
teaching job in Ankara. Won’t tell anybody not to make anyone get any
expectations… And I am going to study pronunciation, read my English books, (I
will them about later… ) watch American and British series and shows to acquire
some natural language. I’ve learned too much about organizing, so I will use
them! That’s all now. See you guys later!
