Mondays

I type this as I savor the last bites of my tiny little “french bread cake”, a gift from a student.

It's 8pm and I've just finished my night class.

I must admit, when I got my schedule for the semester I panicked at the words “night class”. Who honestly wants to teach a group of 41 Sophomore Finance students oral English at 6pm every week? Not me.

I've now taught this class for 3 weeks, and it has its challenges, but it's also been one of my best classes.

Monday nights have become special to me.

They've allowed me to be there when a friend needed English help.

They've given me sweet moments to chat with the awesome boys who always stay after class to work.

They've given me time to walk and talk with the boyfriend and girlfriend who sit in the front row and work really hard to improve their English.

They've given me the opportunity to run into 6 girls from my TCFL class from last semester (as well as their two Korean students).

Mondays are a gift.

I am blessed beyond measure.