Solitary Soul ๐Ÿ–ค๐ŸŒฌ

There is something about the bitter Leรณn winds greeting my face every morning and the way the hopeful lights of distant villages disappear in the all-consuming fog. ๐ŸŒ Not only does the morning fog engulf the mountainous villages but my soul too. 'Why?' I hear you question.. ⛰️

Yesterday, I taught for the day and I finally felt a sense of purpose. I taught my year 6 class about British music and I played them a variety of songs! They have no idea who Harry Styles is let alone The Beatles! ๐Ÿ˜… I was thrown at the deep end because I was with a substitute teacher who speaks no English, but it was okay! I understand her Spanish and she understood my Span-Italian ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ☺️ Then, my mentor wanted me to teach the Food & Recipes lesson I did last week for a different year 4 class. I was put on the spot because the projector wasn't working!! So, I had to improvise and we passed my toy octopus around for a warm-up exercise. When the music stopped, the student with the toy had to write a cooking verb on the board :) It was fun! After a successful day of teaching, I finally achieved what I set out to Leรณn for ๐Ÿ’• My mentor also wanted to know more about me e.g. if I study and if I want to live in Spain to teach. It felt nice but strangely surreal, shouldn't we have had this formality last week? 

What I don't understand is, how can yesterday be so different to today? ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ’” Today is the same story. After hoping that I fixed my relationship with my mentor, I am still not a proper teacher ๐ŸŽ Why am I here? Does she not trust me? Do her black-tinted glasses paint a distorted image of me? No matter how many times or opportunities I take to ask what I can prepare for the week, I get no response. My year 4s had exams today and my year 3 class had a lesson about posters, which I could have taught. As I was walking around the classroom, one little boy called me over and whispered, 'Shannon, are you leaving?'. I reassured him with 'No, I'm not going anywhere' with a soft smile holding the weight of my fatigue and frustration ๐Ÿ˜” The sad thing is, I bet half of them don't even know my name, the stories I hold or even where I come from. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง At times I am so close to giving up, but I'm not a quitter. I'll win. Since I have been here, it has done nothing but rain, perhaps asking for both the sun and consistent teaching is too much to ask for in Spain ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ

P.S Currently in a tiny-box room to seek refuge ๐Ÿ˜… Also I don't have class until 1! 

- Shan ๐Ÿ–ค

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