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The final plan

I have a plan, so crazy that it might just work. I checked my books and tried to estimate how to proceed with my preparation, i.e which books should be the first and how to process the units, so the devised schedule is the following:
  1. Completing the 'Straight to advanced' and 'Ready for Advanced' books.
    They consist of 10 lessons and 5 review units each, so if I study intensively, I can finish these books in three-four weeks.
  2. Learning by heart the advanced phrasal verbs, idioms, and collocation books. (Plus the 'Don't get me wrong' pocketbook that contains brilliant idioms and collocations.)
    These books consist of 60 units each, so if I take three lessons per week, I can finish them by the end of August.
  3. Completing the 'Destination C1-C2' book.
    This is the toughest of all the previously listed books, including word formation, idioms, phrasal verbs, grammar, etc.
    I could go through this book while dealing with the 'Straight to advanced' book since I went through the first 16 units last year, so the focus is on revision and learning 10 more as the book consists of 26 units.
As for my plan, I'm happy about it, and sure I'll be able to stick to it and make tremendous progress. Since the Oxford Centre officially approved my CELTA certificate, there is one less factor to worry about. The other is the pending teacher situation. I hope Charlette will settle down somewhere soon and can continue teaching. I really need a tutor who mentors me through the whole process.

The weather is killing us. It's getting better and better; however, gradual warming means more urgent sleeping demands. We were so sleepy after lunch that we had to pass out. The usual spring fatigue is exceptionally tricky, as it impacts everybody after a long and grey winter. Instead of being out and about in the wilderness - as wild as it can be in Hungary, where the most ferocious animals are some shy, stray retired turtles in nature - we are confined between the walls yearning for a pleasant long slumber after lunch. Our brains know what our systems need much better, so we don't argue with them and go with the flow.

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