After less than a year of not being a student it looks like I’m back to the books, for a short time at least. It turns out that even though I’ve been working at my school for about 6 months, now my boss’ boss would like me to have a certificate that most UK English teachers have. This certificate, called a CELTA, is pretty redundant for me since I’ve already got my master’s and all that, but uh…what can you do? I need my job! So I’m heading back to school, once again, and paying for a course that I don’t really want to take, but that I will take anyway because I will be stuck if I don’t (in this country, in my field). And at least this time it’s only for 4 weeks, and then it’s over. A 4 week intensive course, with class and observations and teaching every day from 9 am to 5:30pm-it’s going to be a long, hard month. But I’ll finish on November 9th, and assuming I’ve passed, be back to work by November 12th, so it’s not the worst thing in the world.Giving up a month’s paycheck is tough, though. Especially coming up on the holidays soon…but I digress. This is a good thing for my long-term future so I’m determined to be optimistic about it.
On a melancholy note, today is a day where I feel terrible for being so far away from the ones I love. A dear friend of mine is going through a rough time and all I want to do is force her out for a drink and a heavy-duty hang out session tonight, and that is obviously beyond impossible. This is, without a doubt, the worst part of being an expat. Missing things that shouldn’t be missed. And I hate it.