Teacher

Rushing down to Gran Via to catch the bus I thought I was going to be late. At this hour I'm usually sleeping, but the city was alive with the sound of traffic, businessmen, school children and people who like to get up early starting the day. The bus pulled up to the bus stop and at 8:30 I was on my way, the man in the red uniform jumper indicated out of the bus stop and we set off out of the centre and into the outskirts of the city.

Just after 9am I set foot in a Spanish secondary school for the first time. We went to the staffroom, collected photocopies and waited for the class to calm down before entering. It felt strange to walk into a classroom, to stand at the front of the class, in front of twenty odd intrigued teenagers in uniform who were looking at us, paying attention, showing us some kind of respect. My friend Giselle had asked me to help her do a class about myths and legends of the British isles, following on from St Patrick's day last weekend and we were about to begin the day talking about Robin Hood, patron saints, the Loch Ness monsters, Mermaids, Leprechauns and King Arthur. Not a bad way to start the Easter holidays!