Today in class I barely managed to deliver 20% of the material I had planned. Students were participating so eagerly that every time I turned around from the blackboard, there was a forest of raised hands.
It’s a dream come true for a literature prof in a foreign language. It’s all in Spanish, by the way, and the readings are serious literature.
I’m bubbling over with delight. Only a teacher knows what a teaching high feels like. It’s intense.