I still remember the first time…
When your hand touched mine. I was sixteen and it felt so true..
Beguiling, misleading…we were both shy. I didn’t know what it was.
A letter in my book, I read it one night and I held it close to my soul.
Tonight I find myself thinking about the first time…the last time.
So I write a letter to respond, a decade later.
I burn it and away it goes. Hopefully, it comes to you. All the things I didn’t have a chance to say.
very helpful thoughts
When you undertake a 1-month intensive CELTA course it’s near impossible to absorb all the information you’re given. You have to prioritise, and that means getting the basics right. Staging a lesson, introducing new language effectively, anticipating problems, that type of thing. Even learning English grammar rules, that’s hard enough for a native speaker!
However, if you get chance, take a bit of time to consider how your CELTA tutors model good classroom practice during input sessions. Our tutors used a lot of activities and techniques on us which we could in turn apply in the classroom. They didn’t always tell us this, so it’s worth making a note of little things you observe. You never know when a little tip or idea might be beneficial, so you might as well jot it down just in case!
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Tet holiday is coming and I am so excited about it. I like this kind of atmosphere when everybody is so busy getting everything ready for the big day. Sweet memories come rushing back to me. Sometimes you feel kinda strange, you feel happy and sad at the same time. You are happy because you have another chance to be united with your beloveds. You are sad because one of them is no longer there and you are so terribly afraid to lose them. Well, I am talking about grandpa. He’s gone for quite some years and I’ve been missing him every day since then. I miss the feeling of being loved and cared by him. Everything was so beautiful back then. Recently I become more and more worried about grandma. she is not feeling well and I don’t have much time with her. I had a chance to visit her some weeks ago, but I had to go and do what I have to do. Lovely grandma, she must be missing me so bad. This time when I am back, I will cook for her, I will just stay by her side. Forget about the parties.
I am so thrilled to go to the market with mom in the morning. I love looking at millions of people selling and buying things on this special occasion. The whole place is bustling with life and activities. This makes me happy.
Now come back to reality. Sometimes I wonder what the hell I am doing here. I just have no idea. Our life, no matter how meticulously it is planned, sometimes is just pointless. Once in a while I find myself silently crying it all out. I may be scared. I may be excited. All of these feelings. I believe in what I am doing. So just let it be.
With love,
Not so long ago when the sky was as blue as the ocean and it was full of little birds flying here and there, a little child always followed his mother to the front yard to hang on newly washed clothes. The world was so beautiful to him back then. It was so fresh and its smell was just like the wild flowers in his family garden. He looked deeply into the bluish vastness above his head, and imagined to be one of his fellow birdies. Mr old Sun shone sweetly over the little child, coloring the whole world in his honey-like light, fascinating the little child with his warmth and encouragement. The child bathed in the ocean of light and hope. The child loved the emerald sky of his childhood.
Toni M Lee 