I had my first class of the second semester teaching my adult learners. The day was hot, humid, and nasty and the building confusing. I got lost finding the place, finally get there and see a bunch of people already in the room. I ask if this is the English class, they say yes, and I collapse into the chair at the front of the room. Then one older woman (and they are ALL older than me, which I like ) asks if I'm the teacher. I say yup, and proceed with the class - which went well. These people are smarter than my last group, so I have to strengthen my lesson plans, but there was great participation and discussion from EVERYone, I was impressed.
Off to review their papers (I make them all do an essay the first day of class so I know what to focus on for the remaining 5 weeks)
I love my class.