I just re-read an entry I wrote in August last year. It seems only weeks ago that I felt those feelings~ anticipation, worry, panic, lack of confidence... And now I look at the calendar see that there are just four weeks to go till the end. Looking back I was being silly but now I think, wow, I made it... (And in the end it wasn't so bad.)
Now I'm feeling the same things about this coming September. This time bigger challenge, new move, new life. I resent this every time. But I need to do the same as last time - see it as a challenge, an adventure. (Not as real life.)
June 27th will be another end-of-an-era. Another year of memories to store, happy and sad, of highs and lows. A rollercoaster year.
I know I'm waffling and being too sentimental, but I hate endings, even if I think I hated what came before or didn't enjoy it. There's always something to be learned from every experience.
Anyway, enough!
The Showroom cinema tomorrow for a guided tour and information about the usefulness of teaching languages through film.