My Life after CELTA

I remember the alarm going off at 6 a.m., but I can't recall how I fell asleep. If I'm not mistaken, I must have nodded off immediately without any second thought. According to my watch, which monitors my heartbeats and sleep, I slept like a log until I finally opened my eyes at 7:30 a.m. Anyway, when I managed to pull myself together and prepare breakfast, the clock showed 8.15 a.m., but I didn't feel any better after devouring the nosh. Even the espresso couldn't widen my eyes. I buckled down to study after this not-so-early morning ordeal. My brain was rumbling like a freight train, and I couldn't help but notice how much energy it took me to focus on rephrasing sentences ChatGPT provided me with. Yes, I asked AI to help me rephrase sentences and assess my rewritten texts. It gave me more complex sentences and recommended various synonyms, idioms, and expressions to incorporate into my future sentences, thus expanding my vocabulary. After a two-hour learning sess...

The DIY frenzy doesn't seem to cease. I painted the door of the electric meter's box, and it is ready, apart from the door handle, I need to install tomorrow. The inside of the box could do with a revamp, too, but there is better timing for such menial labour. I have to paint the wooden slates that the locksmith will install on Friday, so I have plenty of things to deal with in the next few days. I wanted to buckle down to my homework, but I couldn't distance myself from ChatGPT's assistance. I asked it to help me rephrase sentences, check them, provide feedback and recommend ways to improve my writing. It did a fantastic job, and I was impressed by how brilliant synonyms and idiomatic expressions it could offer me. The weather is hot. The highest temperature was around 30-31°C with slightly cloudy skies, but no rain today resulted in 28-29°C in the attic. I had to switch on the AC units because I felt like a sullen monkey.

I definitely wanted to finish the trimming of the overgrown bush, but I couldn't spend more than almost two hours under the sun. I need two more pruning sessions to complete the job, and, I'm afraid, I must rent the wood chipper on two more occasions. There is nothing I can do about it except accept the fact of my negligence and do the job with stiffer upper lips. At least the weather was great, so I can't complain about it. I'll have another go with the shrubbery tomorrow, but I want to avoid seeing or touching it during the weekend. I'm like a little effing gardener. I don't even like gardens... Well, I like them, but the tedious work it entails is what I can't stand. As for my English studies, I did a bit of revision and began another task of my homework. I thought it'd be easier, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Or it's my mind tricking me. Anyway, I buckled down to write about a topic that seemed familiar and had experience with - workin...

I had a terrible night. Waking up at 3 a.m. made me a tad dizzy, and even the usual cinnamon pancake breakfast that I love so much couldn't make me forget the sleepless night. However, after gulping the much-needed coffee, I felt a bit better, and it helped me process the schedule while gradually coming out of the woke slumber. At 9:30 a.m., one of our neighbours, who had a wood chipper for rent, called me to say that he wanted to bring over the machine. That information woke me up straight away. With a clear head, I took the tool and processed the user manual in the form of the guy's on-the-spot short demonstration. As soon as he left, I started the two and a half hours wood-chipping workout. I felt knackered after finishing the job, but the delicious homemade pizza was just the right nosh a weary worker could ask for. While we were devouring the nosh, we watched the last episode of the second season of Dexter. As for my English studies: the class with Charlette was fantastic,...

Little did I know about the unfolding of events when I woke up this morning. Despite opening my eyes at 5:45 a.m., but after the alarm went off, I immediately went back to sleep. Anyway, after finishing my usual breakfast, I began my shrubbery cutting. There is this enormous bush at the back of our common garden, and although a shady guy and his mother cut it last year for an excruciating amount of money, they couldn't finish the requested job properly. Actually, the bush looked like a small jungle by now, and it was high time I got the pruning shears and the saw. It took me two and a half hours to prune only one-third of the mini forest, but boy, was I sweating like a pig on ice? Tomorrow we'll get the wood chipper to chop up the branches. It'll surely be another two and a half hours job. As for my English studies: I merely did some sentence rewriting, meaning I asked ChatGPT to create five sentences at the C2 level that I can rewrite, and it can revise and give me feedbac...