The first class

My classes are on Tuesday and Thursday evenings from 8-10. The day of the first class I was nervous. Was this really what I wanted to do? I mean my Spanish is alright but a class on photography in Spanish?Isn't that a bit technical for me? Oh dear what have I got myself into..
I walked into the building and got the lift to the fifth floor and nervously and anxiously made my way to the classroom. I decided to hide myself in the back row so that I could blend in with the wall and that my non-Spanishness would go unnoticed.
As I was getting comfortable the teacher, Pablo, made his way across the class and back to my desk, telling everyone he bumped into that he just had to check something with me. Oh how embarrassing this was becoming..please, please don't single me out as the "guiri" of the class. And yes folks, that's exactly what happened. Over he came to ask about my Spanish level and that if I don't understand to put up my hand and he will translate it for me. 15 heads turned to look at the zoo animal..a real live foreigner in their class. Now that's something to tell the kids.EEEK. I was probably crimson in colour at this stage, sinking lower and lower into the chair.
And so began my first class...
The first class, I frantically began taking notes, looking at photos and scribbling diagrams in my notebook. Now as I look back at these notes, they are a comical melange of Spanish, English and something in between. Why, I asked myself after class, am I writing in Spanish? My aim for class number two was to write in English - far more sensible!
Oh and just in case you were worried, I was able to follow the class just fine :-) And it turned out I really enjoyed it. Getting homework to look at webpages is pretty fun. And you know what's more? I like being a student again. So many years of being a teacher, you sometimes forget what it's like on the other side of the desk.
I think I'm going to enjoy this class..