a letter of introduction

Dear teachers and classmates,

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single teacher working more than 25 hours a week is in need of a rest.

That’s why I decided to wait for the right moment to write this letter. I wanted to do you justice. I just couldn’t scribble a short note I needed to really pour myself into the page.

'Here's how it started. I'd never said a word. Not one word.' Actually I said a million words speaking nineteen to the dozen and finding than one language was not enough to express everything I wanted to say. That was the beginning of my learning English history. I needed more words to say more things. (The more in my life is just as important as the less; it all depends of the situation)

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. Of course like everything else my father said it turned to be not only rubbish but absolutely useless in my ‘word-revolving’ life. If I have to speak about my family I´ll have to say that Mr. C and Mrs. C, of number 814 in Tolosa, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Again that’s what they think. If you ask me, I would describe them as my family and other animals. (most of which you wouldn’t like to meet even when drop dead drunk)

"All happy families are alike, but an unhappy family is unhappy after its own fashion."

And mine has not only its own fashion, but the complete works, with fashion line, catwalk, models, etc. you name it.

'It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen' and misery was over in my life. I discovered I could do wonderful things. (by wonderful I mean, teach, write, tell stories and read)

So even though or maybe because of my family craziness I became what I am.

'In my time I have been called many things: sister, lover, priestess, wisewoman, friend, teacher, miss, seño, profe and queen.'

The queen nickname belongs to my prince of a husband (aka Himself)

Himself found me one day in the middle of words, and books and a story. And he says he just fell for me and my world.

'Soon it would be too hot.' To even think let alone write. So to round things off I should tell you that starting this course of studies is very exciting and I am very eager to learn. I have been reading over your blogs and the first thing that came to my mind was the incredible feeling of belonging to a group of people interested in learning and improving. Sometimes along the ‘school’ way we meet with people who are institutionalized and they can make a dent in our enthusiasm so when I read your blogs I felt happy to be sharing this hunger for learning and thriving in our teaching profession. I started teaching at a very young age and I feel it is the best job in the world. As you can see from my writing I am not very good at formal writing. I have devoted myself to teaching elementary students for the last ten years and even though methodologically speaking they are a great challenge language wise they are not so my English has become a little bit rusty so I beg you patience of you till I get my academic writing skills sharpened.

Reading is a passion of mine and I do love a mystery. So all the pink lines in this letter are famous lines from books (I won’t tell you which ones yet) but our famous friend Google.com can help you find the answers if you don’t already know them

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times writing this letter to you. I hope that in the future we can become more than colleagues why not even friends.

Just in case you were wondering all this happened, more or less'

Kind regards, Claudia