Mondays are always a relaxing day, since I just have to teach for two hours. But today I had to teach for five long and tiring hours, since most of my students are having their exams before their scheduled study time with me. Meaning that we had to change days and hours. Meaning that I have to work extra hours. On a Monday. Yes. Yes, I said Monday. So I started teaching at 4pm and finished teaching at 9pm.
From 4 to 5 it was the hour scheduled for teaching my 11-years-old. Only one girl came to the lesson today, so it was quite relaxing. I had already gave her some activities to do, so she went on doing them. I am very happy with her. She is so clever that I only need to teach her the lesson once. I may add that I am not teaching her the contents of her level. I am teaching her the contents she will be learning next year, when she enters High School, so she is ready for that challenge.
From 5 to 6, my 16-years-old students came. They are having an oral exam next Thursday, so we have been practising conversation. We have been talking about sports, movies, and things they like to do in their free time. This hour was very good too.
From 6 to 7, it was the turn for my 14-years-old students. They are having an exam tomorrow, so we have been busy revising the whole hour and taking a mock exam, to see if they had understood the grammatical concepts. This hour was stressing, since one of my students didn't seem to understand the difference between using TOO and ENOUGH, so I had to explain once and once again till he finally said he had understood it. When they left at 7, I was starting to have a slight headache.
From 7 to 8, my 12-years-old students arrived to revise for their exam next Wednesday. I love them, but sometimes they can be a pain in your.... ahem, you know what I mean. They like saying to me that they haven't understood just for the pleasure of seeing how I change my explanation once and once again. Finally, they always say "don't worry, we understood the first time you explained it". At moments like that, I really feel like killing them... Anyways, as I said, I love them, so I cope with everything. When they left, I was definitely having a headache.
From 8 to 9, my 13-years-old students. My biggest challenge. One of the boys have been my student since the last 5 years, and you know what they say "Familiarity breeds contempt", or as I say "Familiarity sucks". The fact is that this boy and I get on so well with each other that he thinks I have to admit any kind of behaviour. He is quite a hyperactive boy, and sometimes it is quite difficult to keep him still, but along the years I have learnt how to deal with him. Today he was in one of those days in which he likes disrupting with witty remarks to make the others laugh. I was so tired and my headache was getting worse every second, so I shouted at him. I don't feel happy about that, and I will apologise as soon as I see him again, but at least it worked. I have never shouted at him before, so he got so impressed that he was quiet the rest of the lesson. So in the end I could finish all the revision work I had prepared for them and they are quite happy since they think they will do fine in their exam.
So when I arrived home (finally!), I just wanted to have my dinner and get some rest. I helped my sister to put my dad in bed and we had our dinner. I have watched some TV (watching The Big Bang Theory relaxes me), answered some mails, and written this post. I wanted to work a bit more in my Little Nani stories and in my Top Secret Groovy Cool Adventure with Dan (@Deeliopunk), but right now I am going to bed. Tomorrow it will be a new day. Tomorrow I will write more.