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Bye Bye See You When I See You

This is the end of teaching training batch 59. I might say it's the toughest day amongst the other. I was the first participant who had to present the Small Group Time that was conducted during last Thursday. Frankly saying, it wasn't the presentation that made my heart beat fast. For at least a week before, I could predict it will run smooth. The thing I was worried about is making sure the Small Group Time simulation done well.

Yesterday, all the participants including me planned to discuss it profoundly. To keep the SGT simulation looked like an actual SGT in the classroom, we agreed to share controls. We decided four participants would become the students with different developmental range, and the rest would be the observers.

This morning, we came about an hour earlier. Before presenting the final exam we had breakfast first. It now becomes one of our daily routine before running to the next activities.

I attempted to hit the hay early last night. Unfortunately around 3 am I suddenly recovered from sleep due to the stomachache. I simply forgot to have dinner, poor me. That's why the stress won't gradually diminish.

The very first person I wanted to talk to was Om Chef. When I started to text him, it seemed impossible to say i got stomach ulcer. Anyway, Om Chef is having several hectic days in kitchen. I wouldn't burden him with the troubles. After 30 minutes chatting, I ended up going crazy. I took Domperidon and tried to go back to sleep.

Today's activities really suck my energy. I do nothing but lying on my bed until my appetite is back. I'll be performing to teach the preschoolers tomorrow morning. Let's break a leg!

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