Let me see now. Since I started studying Russian in the second grade I must have tried learning about half a dozen languages. I only mastered one, mastering here meaning I achieved a reasonable level of fluency. As for the rest, hope springs eternal.
Martina, as you can see, looks like she earns her living on a catwalk but she’s in fact a teacher. An EFL teacher. Just writing these words a cold shiver runs down my spine. I am absolutely terrified of teaching. I’m crap at explaining things, especially things like language. Teaching is for me the absolute horror job, but wait to see Martina’s perspective. That’s what I call real, blessed passion, and she’s passionate in everything she does. Continue reading The EFL Teacher