… or a term, anyway. My foreign students are going home this week, so today was my (somewhat rushed) last session with them.
One of the things I think about a lot is how many opportunities I had when I was an undergraduate and how I failed to take advantage of them. There were so many resources, so many great teachers, available to me, but I didn’t take the chances, partly because of a lack of confidence and partly because at the time I didn’t really know what I wanted to focus on.
I feel a little bit the same way about each year of teaching. Every year I think of a bunch of new things I could do, and every year I feel like both my knowledge and my lesson plans improve — but then I feel guilty because I wasn’t able to apply that new knowledge to the previous year.
Not that I think I did badly — I’m just very conscious that this the students’ one chance to go through my class and therefore I want it to be as good as it can.
Now that that’s over, though, we should be back to some proper historical curiosities from Friday — hopefully, at least.