Alas, who could ask for a better job.... Thanks to Wall Street and the many broken English speakers of France, I speak worse!
Who could miss this overwhelming marketing tactic that posts thousands and thousands of ads around the metros and many billboards of Paris... So much that I couldn't miss the opportunity to 'get in on the fun'.
After a couple weeks I became a Wall Street English teacher. Aside from the overuse of my voicebox- having to motivate the shy students, or the nightmares of present perfect simple, I've enjoyed teaching... not to mention learning English grammar for the first time in my life. I've succeded in teaching at a centre 3 minutes from our appartment; therefore making it the easiest commute ever- so good that I still manage to be late for work. But above all it has helped my French learning, now I teach a refined combination of Franglish. It has been a pleasure. Take a peek.
2 comments:
Well english teach, hope things are going well for you and ricardo in paris. write or call when you get a chance
by the way its camilo your cousin
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