So Thanks

I taught my class and did just fine. I should never worry about things and then write a post about them long after my bedtime.

I talked for 40 minutes all about the Atlanta airport and how to navigate it in English. I even found myself dealing unexpectedly with class discipline (an aspect of teaching I assumed I wouldn't have to deal with in a classroom of sedate ladies). One of my 'students' became intrigued with the various usages of the word 'terminal', and how I had explained it. She kept making bright comments about people being terminally ill in the airport terminal, and wondering where you began your flight, if the terminal was the end of it. Pretty soon she had dragged Sandy (my instructor) into it, and my classroom dissolved into laughter. Twenty minutes into my new 'career' as an English teacher, and I had already lost control of the situation!

It was actually a very relaxed way to begin teaching- a dry run where you could stop and discuss methods, spelling, pronunciation, and definitions with the others. At the end everybody critiqued me, but since it was all women nothing particularly harsh was said.

We also scheduled our student teaching for the next two months. Soon I will be standing in front of real students, and I had really must find a better way of defining the word 'terminal.'