Today was the first day that I realised I'd made it. It sank in slowly, and my wee brain was struggling with it, but the notion of completing the CELTA course put a smile on my face eventually. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but accepting it in light of my weaknesses in my English made it a tad difficult. Anyway, now I need more time to rest and relax, to fill up my batteries and prepare for the CPE exam, which surely won't be easy. At the same time, I decided to enrol in a free Spanish course the OxfordTEFL Centre offers for all CELTA graduates. The Spanish course is similar to CELTA regarding teachers since it is part of the teacher training, but I'll be the student this time. ¡Arriba, arriba! ¡Ándale, ándale!
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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