My Life after CELTA

Well, I got the final grade: PASS. I thought it would mean not being able to teach without someone constantly checking my lesson plans and delivery, but I was wrong, and now I'm relieved. Although I'm over the moon, I need time to process the whole experience.       The real tiredness has just kicked in, and now I need some quality resting and relaxation. I'm not going to come up with plans hastily and rashly; I'll let little myself take some rest and rejuvenation. There is a lot to do in this field.      I'm allowed to teach in a language school or, if I want, take private students. But the most peculiar aspect of the course is that I'm allowed to teach higher-level students, too. I don't feel like being ready for any higher-level student for now, but gradually I'll work towards that level, too.      Anyway, I'm grateful for the support from my wife, Charlette, the tutors and my peers. Despite being unemployed, I feel like the luckiest ...

Yesterday we had our last teaching practice, which means the course is officially over. We said goodbye to the students, tutors and each other and returned to the grim reality. CELTA was a blast, and it took so much time to work through the course that I almost forgot what a task-free week means. My days were brimming with work, such as planning the next lesson, putting together the presentation, and checking every detail so students could enjoy the class.       Interestingly, the course brought out things I hadn't thought would surface. I suspected some anxiety but wouldn't have dreamt about being that nervous. If I could start it over again, the only thing I would change is my anxiety. I'm so ashamed of myself for being that nervous throughout the course. I'm perfectly aware of its causes, and I'm not looking for cheap excuses; however, I still make annoying mistakes while speaking and writing in English, which makes me a tad anxious.      Neverthele...