Feeding my soul

I cannot remember the last time my soul felt such nourishment as it does right now. I have just completed the 4-week full-time CELTA course at International House Sydney and what an amazing experience it has been!!!

Despite the intensity of the course with all the late nights/early mornings preparing lesson plans, it has all been so worth it!!! On numerous occasions I found myself working into the wee hours of the morning, the latest of which I found myself crawling into bed at 4am in the morning!!! And even only with 3hrs sleep, I still managed to stand and deliver with a smile on my face, thoroughly enjoying the lesson.

My new friends from the course - we made it through with incredible support from each other!!! I love you guys and we truly have survived something mammoth!!! :-) I wouldn't have chosen to experience this course any other way!!! :-)

So now my soul is feeling nourished and I will go out there and teach some English!!! See you in the classroom!!! :-)

Recognition

You turned your head to look at me
Our eyes met for a brief moment.
Recognition registered in my soul.
But my mind was confused.

I dreamt of you that night.
You kissed me
And I could not step away.

I don't even know you really.
I don't know anything about you.
But I feel drawn to you.
And my logic is having a field day in my head.

Poor me...

Five minutes ago
"Oh poor me....nobody loves me...nobody cares about me....do I want to do all these things?? *sniff sniff* You guys have a weekend and I have to work 7 days a week....boo hoo hooooo...Nobody cares!!! Who else would do it if I don't do it??? It's better if I'm dead cos then I can close my eyes and not have to worry about it all....yadayadayadayada...."

Earlier today
He says: Son...go and bring the clothes in. She says: "No! I'll do it...he won't do it properly..."

And so...I'm trying to concentrate on my next lesson plans and I get caught up in the hoorah of my mother. I just roll my eyes....god help me!!! Or perhaps....god help her!!!

I need to find my escape from the negative energy being created. Dad's chopping away madly in the kitchen...most likely to drown out the whining just like me!!! I close my bedroom door and can still hear Poor Me going on....droning through the walls of the house...

I need to find my escape...my saviour...my ipod and music player...turning it up loud enough to drown it all out...Getting lost in Pachelbel's Canon in D major...ahhhh...