I’ve taught English since 2005. I’ve done it in Paris and Quebec City. I’ve taught big groups, small groups, privates, adults, teens and kids. I’ve loved every kind of format. They all have something different to them. Something sweet and uplifting. Something to make it new every single time.
I teach with my heart. I am who I am, in class and outside. I am known to dress up in a certain, somewhat fashion-forward yet funky way, to tell funny, at times surprising jokes or to get up and demonstrate a move. I can be very deep or relaxedly humoristic in my conversation classes. With kids, I love to break out a dance or just get off of our seats and get moving. I can often sense the specific need that there is for that particular lesson. Call it intuition if you will!
My teaching is about focusing on you, my student, but nevertheless, I bring my whole being into it. I take inspiration and wisdom from my rational and tangible university education as well as my emotional life experience. These all weave into a package that often touches deeper than just a mere grammar or vocabulary lesson. We spend moments together that leave us upliftef even after the lesson is long gone and done.
I’m glad I chose this job. I feel like when I’m teaching, I am doing what I know the best. It feels good and right. It feels fulfilling. I have a passion for English and connecting with others, and I get to spread that sweet scent day after day.
San Antonio isn’t very big but full of colors and relaxed charm. We felt very safe walking even late at night. The Riverfront is gorgeous transporting you over to Italy. There are two art museums that we adored – the SA Museum of Arts as well as Briscoe Western Art. The Mexican Market was a disappointment. I wouldn’t waste my time going there.
Life is going pretty well for me at the moment. Susa English is doing well. I’m enjoying the entrepreneur life. I have plenty of ideas as where to develop next. Energies are high and light is increasing. I’m staying in the moment and breathing in the happy air.
Our Texas trip started with the funky city of Austin. The town isn’t very big but definitely worth a stopover. We enjoyed three things: strolling in the University of Texas campus, visiting the Texas Capitol Building and learning more about the Texan history at the Texas History Museum. Did you know that Texas was independent for nine years before deciding to join the USA?
Austin also has a lively bar and music scene. We passed by some inviting looking places. We opted for a coffee shop hangout at a stylish Starbucks at a Hilton Hotel complex. We went to the riverside and then bought dinner to enjoy at our Airbnb. We used the bus system which was a nice relief after a long day walking and exploring.
On our first night in Boston we took a leisurely walk around the nearby reservoir. Our Airbnb in Boston’s Brookline was an awesome place. We shared the sky lighted top floor, waking up to the spring budding nature and rays of sunlight. The house was a magical family home and our host Hilary had just started airbnbing so she was as excited as us about our visit.
We got to savor oven hot scones for breakfast along with interesting conversations about things like the current American politics. At night we were welcomed to share a glass of red – offer upon which I naturally couldn’t say nay. Boston had us walk a lot, but that’s how I roll anyway.
Tomorrow I’m headed to Montreal but I’ll keep them Boston stories coming in the future. I still got a some cool pics and stories to share. If you want to follow my Montreal adventure, hop over to Instagram. My goal is to post my first ever “My Story” video.
I found this sweater on Broadway in Soho, NYC. The mural is in Lower East Side. That’s where I slept. My hubs spotted the graffiti and insisted we venture out there to shoot. I wear my flag shirt with pride. It’s the perfect sweater for an English teacher. I carry the American spirit preciously in my heart. It’s part of who I am.
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I have so many good memories of life lived in the U.S. So many dear friends met. Stateside or outside. America to me is the land where my heart feels contented.
The past three years spent in Canada have taught me a lot about the silent northern neighbor. Life here is very much equivalent to the one south of the border. Social issues seem to be better handled. Gun problems don’t really exist.
Adjusting to a place and making it home takes a while. Every time. Packing my life up and coming to Canada was my third international move. I thought I had it all nailed down. Not quite so. Quebec City challenged me by being different from what I had expected – even though I tried my best to not have had preconceived ideas. They are really hard to avoid. Anticipating the times to come is part of being a human.
Three years post our move from Paris, I’m getting truly used to this Frenchified America. French Canada is actually a neat and unique combination of France and America. Nowhere else will you find this mix. Fashion happens here. Big time. Why? Because I, for one, make it happen. Whatever you long for, invite it in. Do you best to have it. Embrace it. Cherish it.
This Friday I will be hosting a soiree at my place – Quebec City Glamour Night. We’ll dine with wine and do color analysis (a cool site I found here as our guide). I’ll shoot pics for the blog featuring the outfits we’ve chosen according to everyone’s unique color maps. After that we’ll head out clubbing.
So yep, my American dream is going on strong. I’m doing what I feel in my heart to be the right thing to do at the moment. I have a reason to be here, right now, and I’m hugging that arms open. Heart full of American spirit, body energized by enthusiasm.
The Atlantic Coast… Storms rumbling. We all sticking together, trying to encourage and to help. My heart goes out to those who are suffering.
Smiling in the midst of hardships. I’ve had my own struggles these last days. Somehow, I still have tons to work on in regards of self-esteem. Here is a video on the topic by my dear friend Anne-Sophie. She’s written a book, too.
If I’m teaching and don’t do a perfect job – and all the time – somehow I cannot but beat myself up for it afterwards. Why can’t I just let go and relax?
My husband says I try to be perfect. And that it is not possible. Imperfection, I admit, is hard for me to bear. From myself. I’m not at all that judgmental towards others.
Being fully alive and loving yourself unconditionally. Now, that is a master goal.
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Helsinki vintage shirt, Pimkie skinny jeans, Bata sneakers, Russian vintage scarf