Jodi

Thursday mornings are a bit of a nightmare. First I have to get up at the crack of dawn to walk to school to get the car to drive to Jodi. Driving in itself is still a challenge for me, i do it at least once a week but it still scares me! Everyweek I drive to Jodi- through 8 roundabouts (Ikid you not!) The lesson begins at 8 and lasts for an hour and forty minutes! It is English for specific purposes, this class are all on course training to be early years educators (I am reliably informed there is a difference and they are most certainly not going to be teachers...) This is a class of 30 Yes thats Three zero) sixteen to nineteen year olds and they are all girls. They dont speak very good English (well, to be fair, do you remember much French from school? No, me either) and I don't speak very much Italian. Joy. The biggest problem is the noise, engagaing a class of 30 in a language they mostly don't understand is to say the least, a challenge but add that to the fact that teenage girls, regardless of their nationality, believe that whatever it is they have to say at that precise moment is infinitely more important that anything else ever and that the notion of taking turns when speaking is culturally alien (to both the age group and I suspect the nationality) It can be a touch raucous. The gesticulating involved alone, will take someones eye out one day.