Entering summer vacation

Yesterday was the last day of the school year, and the class of refugees where I have been teaching German this past year received their documentation that they completed the course. It's not really a diploma or report card, but a piece of paper that shows what they did with themselves this past year. We still don't know whether the Senegalese amongst them will be allowed to start the apprenticeship/education that all of this was a preparation for, but our little celebration on Friday was nice and cheerful. Except for the moments when I started to cry during the little speech I had prepared.

The class,
with four teachers. I am the one in the very middle...

I had practised the paragraph which I thought would be the most likely one to make me cry several times, and I got through that one alright. But another one a bit later, which I had not read out loud so often then caught me... But I guess that's ok after all that emotional upheaval throughout the year. The good news for me was that there will be another class starting in September, so I will be teaching again. It just hasn't really hit home yet, I find it hard to rejoice on my good luck when I don't know for the students of this year. But neither of them had understood when I said I might not agree to teach again next year if they did not get their permit, they all said I should teach and not bother about them.

This morning I have dropped of my son at his first basketball camp during this vacation, and then continued to a small apartment south of Bamberg where I will relax and bide my time before I pick him up again on Thursday. No sewing with me, only a book, a bit of knitting and Spanish vocabulary, and my bike. I plan to sleep a lot, bike a lot, read, relax...