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 efforts to fill in the gaps and correct my mistakes.
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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