I get a brand new class. I get brand new students. I get a new partner teacher. I get a fresh start. I can put everything I’ve learned over the last year and a half in to action. I get to hit the ground running. That’s all true but I have a feeling of apprehension.

I don’t know what kind of teacher I’m going to be for the next five weeks. I don’t know how I’m going to come across to my students.

You see, the problem is that I’ve totally checked out of Saudi Arabia mentally since I realised I’m going home on the 1st of March. I’m done. I’m finished. That’s a problem because I still have an obligation to my students. I have an obligation to myself and to my profession as a teacher to give it my all until I dismiss my last class on the 29th of February. I don’t know how to reconcile those two conflicting mental stances.

I want to slack but I also want to be the best possible teacher.

I really don’t know which version of me will turn up tomorrow. I really don’t know how I’m going to stand in front of my students tomorrow afternoon and deliver a class.

I’ll find out when the class starts. I’ll find out when I’m in front of my students and utter my first words.

I’ll let you all know which version of me turns up.

Also, these next few days I’ll be working from 7:30am-5:15pm which means I’ll be waking up for work at 5:30am. Woe is me.