My CELTA adventure is getting closer to a reality. Preparing for it though is not a piece of cake. My late nights were engrossed in reading the CELTA trainee book, which I have had to purchase at Amazon.com, along with a couple of supplementary books they have recommended, after giving up on Recto, National Bookstore, PowerBooks, Booksale to finding none.
It has been a lot of work, lately, a lot of reading, researching, and a lot of deciding to do. From thinking of where to take the course (London, Vietnam, Thailand, Japan, South Korea, Australia, New Zeland) to price comparison, emailing people, getting the help of my generous relatives, refreshing my grammar and taking the pre-interview task have all caused me feeling excited and at the same time stressed out.
In a few days, I’m about to have an interview with two of the famous language centers in East Asia. Woohoo! I had a good hunch. I’m going to nail it. Thanks to the invaluable insights and advice of the bloggers I’ve came across over the Internet. Thanks be to GOD for making all these possible.
So where do I sign up?
Vietnam surprisingly fits the bill. Living there is generally on the cheap. And the CELTA course fee? Let’s say about half of the International House London’s fee. The good thing about it is that it has standard quality practiced all throughout its course centers. No wonder, the British, Canadians and Americans pursue the course in Vietnam. So there is no need to go to London, really. I’ll just have it at the back of my mind (and dreams).
As the days go by, I found myself reading up and researching more about the rustic beauty and scorching land of Nam; it’s culture, the EFL industry and how it’s faring with its neighboring countries, the pros and cons of working there and what not. I’ve also learned the huge number of quaint local coffee shops around the country. I’ve picked up some useful phrases and words of the local language, which would definitely aid me with my shopping (and haggling!) and getting around the city. Apparently, Vietnamese likes their foreign visitors to be speaking their native tongue and this would proved to be useful in a lot of ways, I suppose.
Because I’m such a picky eater, I’ve also familiarized myself with the names of the local food and what’s in it, so I can eat happily less the guilt. I was succumbed to use the Google maps, to check on the kinds of roads I’ll be embarking on to and fro the school; and to know if it’s ever “walkable,” because I intend to use their main transportation, mopeds, as my very (very) last resort.
I’m a bit excited in all different levels, not just for the intensive four-week study but also for the life ahead of me abroad. I cannot say for sure of what’s in store for me out there nor is it any worth getting out of my comfort zone. At the end of the day, I figured, I’ll just carry on and keep my hopes and prayers up that every thing will turn out right, with HIS help.
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