Dear Sal,
This week has been long and hard. Tomorrow is the day of judgement. The other day at lunch I found a crabs claw in my noodle soup. A bad omen perhaps?
After the initial shock of the first day of training, I found out in the second that my brain can retain at lot more knowledge than some people give me credit for. My classmate finally arrived, taking away my private tutorial. I spent all Tuesday doing mock lessons while he watched and took notes. It's a lot of work but I'm keeping up with it and doing alright. I feel quietly confident in my teaching abilities and don't see the assessment as anything to worry about. It's the medical check I'm now starting to be more concerned about. I know I should have nothing to worry about after being given the all clear from the doctor, and by all clear I of course mean not enough evidence to diagnose. Reassuring words from a private specialist.
The days are jam packed with pre training, class simulations, revision and tests. There is barely a moment to stop and eat, let alone take in our new and exciting surroundings yet I'm feeling oddly at home here already. I haven't felt home sick once. I imagine next week will be the real test. If I can survive that, then I know I'll be fine for the next year.
It would have been nice to have gone out for a drink and to celebrate with the people we've been intensely training with all week. But apparently after we finish on Friday, and find out if we passed or failed, most of us will be shipped off straight away. Either with a free ticket to our branch location or an expensive one way ticket home. If we pass, fingers crossed, then this will be mine and David's last night together for a few days, possibly even a week. I know this will be the hardest part for me, I haven't spent more then a night away from David in nearly four years. I'm not looking forward to it.
After the initial shock of the first day of training, I found out in the second that my brain can retain at lot more knowledge than some people give me credit for. My classmate finally arrived, taking away my private tutorial. I spent all Tuesday doing mock lessons while he watched and took notes. It's a lot of work but I'm keeping up with it and doing alright. I feel quietly confident in my teaching abilities and don't see the assessment as anything to worry about. It's the medical check I'm now starting to be more concerned about. I know I should have nothing to worry about after being given the all clear from the doctor, and by all clear I of course mean not enough evidence to diagnose. Reassuring words from a private specialist.
The days are jam packed with pre training, class simulations, revision and tests. There is barely a moment to stop and eat, let alone take in our new and exciting surroundings yet I'm feeling oddly at home here already. I haven't felt home sick once. I imagine next week will be the real test. If I can survive that, then I know I'll be fine for the next year.
It would have been nice to have gone out for a drink and to celebrate with the people we've been intensely training with all week. But apparently after we finish on Friday, and find out if we passed or failed, most of us will be shipped off straight away. Either with a free ticket to our branch location or an expensive one way ticket home. If we pass, fingers crossed, then this will be mine and David's last night together for a few days, possibly even a week. I know this will be the hardest part for me, I haven't spent more then a night away from David in nearly four years. I'm not looking forward to it.
I realised I've been talking so much about myself recently. How the hell are you? Well, I hope. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Love, hugs and random crab claw soup
Samuel James.
Good Luck. Miss you loads. Holly's moved on xxx
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