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I love Italy, who doesn’t? So when I was given the opportunity to go to Italy and teach in English Summer Camps I jumped at the chance. Let’s be honest, I wasn’t really going for the teaching. It was the thought of brushing up on my Italian, earning a bit of extra cash and, well, just being in Italy. Naturally though, what with Italy being Italy, I got a whole lot more.
My first camp was twenty miles outside of Rome, in a beautiful town on the side of a hill with an amphitheatre and monastery at its point. The school I was based in was grand, old and just over the road from the Pope’s summer residence! I suggested a school trip there but unfortunately the idea of letting seventy children run round His Holiness’ holiday home wasn’t greeted with much enthusiasm.
The family who were kind enough to look after me for the two weeks I was staying became my Italian family. They were so wonderful that I’m going back to see them next year!
My class at the summer camp were adorable, a group of ten year olds who swiftly became my shadows; I felt like a mother duck with her trail of little ducklings. The teaching side of all of this was so fun I have been forced to eat my words. Jumping up and down wildly during morning circle yelling “go, go, go bananas” I realised I had absolutely no inhibitions left!
Well, I did go to Italy, and I did do a bit of brushing up on the old Italian, and I did make some money, but (and here comes the deep bit), I also made amazing friends, I have beautiful memories and I can’t wait to go back, yes…even for the teaching
By Emily Martin
The UoB Linguist Magazine
Guild of Students,
University of Birmingham