1st day standing on my feet on school

By this post's tittle one may assume "he is gonna tell everything he does, even when on Sundays he passes in front of the school"; noup, but that's part of the experience... and that was officially on February 1st, I got to the school all alone, the coordinator was busy at the moment, the I went to the office.. nobody helped me, I was all alone waiting Edwin to come out and solve my life.

Finally, he came out of the meeting room, he always is in a hurry, just took a few words to solve my problem: "go look for teacher Heidy, go straight, make a left and take the stairs", that was all, he turned into smoke and disappeared. 

Every minute that passed, the fear grew more and more, until I met teacher Heidy, a very kind woman, in the teacher's room my partner Marisela was already there, she and Heidy took a tour to the whole high school part, I took the tour, very nice... Heidy explained everything about the courses, their behavior, the way she teaches, if one may speak English in class and everything. "see you at 10:50 in my the classroom."

 In the Teacher's room, I put my work coat just to warm up the feelings, and then go to the classroom; I stood at the door and kids didn't stop to get in the room, finally, all in there, I closed the door, the teacher presented me, and then my first word to the students, I was kind of nervous, so I talked really fast, I think not even the teacher understood me, but then I said the same in Spanish, i was a bit happy, my English was ok... or sounded better than the teacher's or foreing I do not know! Some kids yelled "Profe, como le pregunto que si el habla español", "Teacher, you are Colombian?"; made me feel happy!

Then, back to reality, a class needed to be given. I swear those were the 100 minutes most boring of my whole life, why?, because I did not do anything, just watch, and I wanted to help or something... But nothing could be done, the class was all about correcting homework and do this, and do this guide and then read this, not the way I like classes. 

The lunch time, nothing to do, I wasn't even hungry at the moment, I was waiting to the next class to run home and take away my dress! it was killing me little by little. The next class, nothing different than the first one, didn't pay any attention because I knew it was not an official class; that first day I was completely determined over my future, "I will never be a teacher", and the interest was poor, because that class wasn't gonna be mine, I was waiting to have a meeting someday with Edwin and know which were going to be my courses. 

I got out of school defeated, my mind defeated me, a tough day, and there will be more, so you just prepare yourself to be sad...