Teacher Travel Grants

The end?? (dimanche 24 décembre 2006)

I leave the train. I'm back, it's over!
These few months were so full that I did not see the time slip.
I have not aged or do not feel old, as in Peter Pan, the play I saw this Saturday. To complete the adventure, I could not ask for more, this story was, unintentionally, some kind of thread to London.
I saw so much, met so many people lived so many adventures that I can return to Brussels as if nothing had happened.
Hinge essential perhaps, there will be a before and after I come back pumped up to realize personal projects and start other challenges.
But London is haunting and it is certainly not a farewell. For a day or more, I still often pass. And even if I felt cramped, ...

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Gothic (vendredi 22 décembre 2006)

I must confess. I missed some places inevitable. Or at least important visits. The abbey is one. I wanted to sacrifice few hours a week to visit Westminster Abbey, but to no avail.
I'll find at most a few moments to view the exterior and capture on film. And this gothic building is an overview of the architectural riches available to thousands of pilgrims visiting the British capital every year.

Within months, it is impossible to see all the buildings, museums and other exhibits available to the general public: Buckingham Palace, not seen. War Museum, missed. The parliament, forgotten.
I could still catch me and discover the Tate Modern. And yesterday, I attended the ballet le Lac de Cygnes, de Tchaïkovsky, autre moment de grâce. Sans être adepte inconditionnel de la danse, je dois dire que ce fut une révélation d'assister à ce ballet.

Je décompte les jours et j'ai peine à m'imaginer que cela va finir bientôt. Le paradis perdu...?

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Goodbye, and good luck! (jeudi 21 décembre 2006)

I am in the Victoria metro for the umpteenth time in the direction of my house last student of the week and year.
As I sat I did not realize it right away. But a quick glance is enough ... My neighbor is a bearded man.

And then? Am I barbophobe? I will elaborate a complex with a hairy face?
Not at all! And no doubt that if it 's stopped there, I do not talk to you.
But now, he is more like Arabic.
"But, my word is racist," I already hear it in the cottages.
NO, no, no! But ... such circumstances before July 7, 2005 would have made me do not even react. But when you sit next to an Arab with a beard, wearing his backpack on his knees in a London Underground, and he pulls out his laptop, you recognize that it is hard not to think about it. I know lots of people sitting wearing a backpack on her lap, but it's stronger than anything.
And I would be very upset.

First, because seated at this point, I think that it would be easy to find pieces to bring to the family.
Then it bother me to go there now. I have two, three basic things to do on Earth, anyway.
And also, students waiting for me and I wish him farewell, as I have done with others throughout the week.
He, moreover, is really a nice little guy. I always went with great pleasure, without the feet of lead. The current was really well. And the feeling was mutual.

It happened before to collect only for one or another of my students, j'aurai compté dans leur vie.
Sentiment étrange que de penser que dans dix, vingt, peut-être cinquante ans, non seulement ces enfants ne m'auront pas oublié, mais que j'aurai sans doute contribué pour une petite partie à leur devenir.
Je devine que pour beaucoup je ne serai qu'un vague souvenir, un type qu'ils ont vu passer dans leur vie, sans plus. Pour d'autres (j'espère le moins possible) peut-être un mauvais moment de leur scolarité. Mais pour quelques uns, je resterai une personne qui leur aura donné envie d'apprendre, qui aura ouvert des portes, qui aura créé une relation de confiance et même, difficile de parler d'amitié dans un rapport prof-élève but a feeling that it brings ...
During this lesson (yes, the detonator of the bomb did not work), reviewing the different time learned, I asked to make sentences in the future. And he replied: "When we're old, there will be yet."

Tomorrow I'll get up otherwise.