Mangos in Taiwan taste five million times better than any mango I have ever eaten in the States. I think it has something to do with Taiwan being a tropical island. Other than that though, I have no idea why they taste so much better here, they just do. In the past five days, I have eaten three mangos completely by myself. All three of them I have eaten with my bare hands, standing over the cutting board. My roommate has been somewhat appalled/amused.
As far as teaching goes, I have always known I loved it. Some days are obviously better than others, but this week it seems like I really remembered what it's like to teach and teach well. I am getting into a groove with all of my classes as far as figuring out how fast or slow I can go with the content. I'm getting to know my students well, just like last year, but much quicker. Most importantly, I walk away from my days thinking that the actual teaching periods of my day are the best parts of my day (it's the administrative and other school obligations that cause me stress).
This week has been so fun for me, trying new methods of teaching and improving on my plans from last year. Every time I ask a question and can literally see my students thinking and synthesizing in their heads, it makes me smile. I'm curious to see how my A-level geometry students do on the homework for tonight- "draw a cartoon or series of pictures that shows/explains all vocabulary in chapter 1." Now I just need to plan next week! And maybe buy another mango....
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