Well, the final lessons of the year have all been taught.  I have sung the 12 Days of Christmas (with actions) far too many times to be good for me (while loving every moment), eaten too many chocolates, and grown thoroughly sick of Jingle Bell Rock (seriously, kids, I’m going to kill you if you put it on AGAIN), but have, despite it all, had a really entertaining couple of days.  Christmas should come round more often; it makes for a very relaxed teacher. I feel like I want to write a pithy little summary of my first full term’s teaching, but, to be honest, it will just turn into schmaltz and you’ve heard the most interesting bits of it anyway.  Suffice to say that I’ve not only made it through, but also generally had a lot of fun.

Tomorrow morning I am catching a plane from Brindisi to Rome and in the afternoon I shall (weather gods permitting …) fly from Rome to London Heathrow.  Fingers crossed Jack Frost doesn’t mess things up, and I make it home for Christmas with my family and friends.  Happy Christmas and New Year, everyone, and I look forward to seeing you in 2010. xx