Classes finally ended yesterday with my final class, 5e, finishing their school year. The end of the year really drags what with all the classes ending at different times, though I can’t complain, when the other collège teachers continue to do their 18h up until almost the end.
In any case, I think the important thing to remember here, besides that I now have seven weeks of vacation, is that I survived another year. Given the frustration of my first year of teaching, this was never a given. I told myself at the end of last year that if this next year didn’t go any better, I would seriously work on finding something else to do. But as early as the rentrée, I could tell that things were different now, and even though there is still a lot of brattiness in class, this year was nothing like last year, and I’m glad I stuck with it.
I hoped to find some appropriate image to illustrate my point, but I couldn’t, so you’ll just have to click this link to visually understand this time of year.