I've taught my last full lesson in Tripoli now, and a twinge of sadness crept into my heart as it sank in. I have had a wonderful time in Tripoli, and made many friends - far more than I dared hope. In the last lesson, we had a little party:
Next week is taken up with exams and end of term feedback, and then it's off to Britain for visa renewal, before returning to collect all my stuff and driving off to Benghazi to start the next chapter of my odyssey.
Tomorrow I'll be holding my final private teaching session at my flat, preparing the students for their exam. Exam technique is not something they're very familiar with, so I'll be able to give them the benefit of my vast experience in this area...ahhh, memories of my Art O Level still haunt me, but as I keep telling my charges, making mistakes is the best way to make progress: learn from them, don't regret them.
What did you do with all your female students? You did have some.......