It’s been a crazy, crazy week. I have a partial on Monday, another one that we have to do at home and hand in in two weeks, and I also have to work on a report for my other subject and plan a few classes. But if you ask, I haven’t been this happy in years.
On Wednesday I worked with my high school kids (two classes and they’re already my kids), and I loved it. They’re quiet, hard working and extremely respectful, which either is a miracle or proves that a lot of teachers exaggerate when they complain about their students. The teacher in charge of the class – my tutor for the duration of my residency – is amazing, too. She let me check activities with the kids, and she told me to choose a chapter from the Quixote and plan a few activities myself. She’s thrown the doors of her classroom wide open for me, and treats me like a colleague. I’m walking on a cloud every time I leave the classroom.
I finished my red sweater at last, and started a black one. Now that I’m not taking pictures so often, crocheting is my alternative therapy.
I took these last Sunday when I went to the harbor with my Dad. I can’t believe that I didn’t have time to edit them until now, but better late than never. I love how golden the light is these days; I think I’ve already mentioned it, but I’m still grateful to be making all these amazing discoveries thanks to photography. Last Sunday, everything turned golden for a while, absolutely everything. You could take a picture of anything and it’d look beautiful because of the light, and I’ve got a few shots to prove it.
I think you may notice that I like this yacht – she’s a beauty. And the seagull…well, what can I say, I’ve made a few winged friends.