there's no denying that waking up for a 9 a.m. class is far from being even a slightly pleasant walk in the park. having to wake up for a 9 a.m. downtown class on the weekend, however, is even worse.
but, after 60 hours of fun and games, drunken lunch breaks, a million and one laughs and my new-found love for tim horton's hot chocolate, i am an officially certified ESL teacher. and despite the fact that weekend are classes are never, ever fun...this has truly been one of the greatest experiences of my life so far and was so, totally worth, every, single, sleep-deprived second.
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