The rest of the final week that I had in the UK, after Monday’s good news, passed relatively uneventfully. A few e-mails were pushed back and forth by fibre optic internet dwarves, from my mentor to me about arrival and meeting arrangements.
On Thursday, the packing started in earnest, with all manner of clothes, toiletries and electrical appliances (well, plug adaptors) were folded neatly and placed into cases, ready for the off. This was, over the next day or two, added to slowly.
On Saturday, a very useful package arrived for me through the post from the British Council: A Language Assistant’s manual, containing a mass of ideas, information and tips on lesson planning, classroom management, discipline (though I hope that won’t be necessary!), making yourself noticed on arrival, and other very useful information. Also contained in the package was a little leaflet about personal safety, but I hope that I won’t ever have to dip into that, for obvious reasons!
Here we are then – Sunday. The night before the ‘big off’. After a sad farewell to my ever loving, lovely girlfriend, I sat down and actually realised that, for all I’m looking forward to it, this is going to be one hell of a challenge. The reality just hit me, or, as somebody put it previously in the LA manual, ‘[it] punched me in the face’. To think that in 24 hours time, I’ll actually be in Germany, struck me as rather nerve-wracking! I’ll actually be there! All the waiting is pretty much over – now comes the experience and adventure. No doubt I’ll cope, stick it out, rise to the challenge and exceed my own expectations (as I did in Bremen), but at the moment – anxiousness is what I’m feeling!
Regardless though – it’s gonna be one hell of a year. I’m determined to make the most of it, get the best out of it, and come back being a much more rounded and world-wise person – with improved German skills to boot!
Right. See you all in Weimar.
