It was over 5 years ago, and in addition the adventures of being a student teach I also had the adventures of someone studying abroad. I didn’t have any family or friends there when I left the U.S., and am proud to say I still keep in touch with some of my host family, several teachers from the school I was at, and the other American that student taught at the same time as me (we had the same host family for part of our time there).
In fact, this friend is the same one whose bridal shower I am going to next month in Chicago.
Some of the things that were stressful about my trip, I can laugh at now - a supervisor whose constructive criticism generally focused on items from the school’s curriculum that I wasn’t allowed to change, a host family who paid a lady with “big boobs in a bustier” to do their ironing while some of them watched, and embarrassing use of language with words like pants, fanny, and recess meaning something different on the other side of the pond.
Most of the journal was written so that I could remember the places I went, and what I thought of them when I got there. So, most of the entries wouldn’t interest anyone. I have saved the mass e-mails I sent out from England to friends and family. Maybe if it would amuse people, I’ll post them here.
One thing from the journal that I wrote seems every bit as much true today as it did then. Towards the end of the journal I write, “It has been hard, fun, scary and exciting. Coming to England was the right decision for me.”
If anyone is reading this and is interested in student teach abroad (no matter the country, no matter your college) and is willing to do it after graduation or during the summer following graduation, let me know and I’ll pass on the information of how I did it.