Another eventfully eventless week came to an end today. It was brimming with deliberation, contemplation, and a myriad of unexpected tasks. I weighed the pros and cons of being a reliable and knowledgeable English teacher. I’m still not satisfied with my overall knowledge of the English language because I’m fully aware of my mistakes. It is rather irritating that I’m still prone to producing silly errors while writing, speaking and taking various tests. Aside from extending my vocabulary, I must re-learn specific grammatical topics, as well as familiarise myself with the natural language, before I can confidently take on more students and fully embark on this fantastic English teaching journey. I might come across as an overly meticulous and anxious individual striving for perfection, but I’m not. I want to provide my best for my students, and I don’t want them to face a confused old geezer who, for example, doesn’t know the difference between avenge and revenge. I must double my effor
As the weather took a turn for the better, the mild temperatures brought about changes in nature we typically associate with April. So, the early morning symphony of birds and the sweet scent of flowers in the air, as cliché as it might sound, became just ordinary. This idyllic scene was enhanced by the late-night concert of amphibians in the nearby pond as they emerged from their winter hideouts and began their mating serenades. Now, while it might just be my own erroneous assumption, it's possible that their over-enthusiastic croaking is more about frustration at being woken up so unexpectedly early by nature. If that's indeed the case, I can't really blame them. If I were a toad whose internal clock was out of sync, I would probably react the same way. I would perch on a large leaf wearing an expression of disbelief and resentment on my irritated face and let out painfully loud croaks like those of a steam engine. I never knew I could empathise with frogs!