Bon viatge! Emily’s off to Barcelona….

When my generation graduated, back in the early 1970s, it never occurred to any of us that we wouldn’t get a half-way decent job in a field that interested us.  By 2010, it was a different story.  Emily’s first taste of work, post graduation, was as casual bar staff for a national pub chain.  Mind you, these posts now seem to be exclusively reserved for young graduates and the occasional favoured undergraduate.

Emily all checked in and ready to go at Leeds-Bradford airport
Emily all checked in and ready to go at Leeds-Bradford airport

After that, it was a bank: that was pretty soul-destroying too.  Because all the time, what she really wanted to do was train as a teacher. And these days, you need lots of voluntary experience before they’ll even consider you.  How do you get that alongside a day-job?

Then she had a lucky break.  She spotted an advert from CAPS, an organisation supplying English Language Assistants to schools in Barcelona.  She applied.  She was accepted.  And today – she went.  She’s flying over, and she and the other successful candidates will spend a day (and a night) together, being briefed, before going tomorrow to meet the families they’ll be staying with.  School on Monday.

She’s looking forward to meeting the people she’s staying with.  She’ll be trading spending time with her six year old boy twin nephews, for staying with another family with 6 year old twins – girls this time.  She’s wondering if the Spanish she’s managed to learn over the last few weeks will be any help at all – or whether only Catalan will do.  She’s looking forward to being in Spain, to finding out if teaching really is for her, but most of all to the Big Barcelona Adventure she’s already started writing about in her blog

And we’re looking forward to a few excuses to go and visit her there.

Sagrada Familia: bound to be on Emily's visiting list

10 thoughts on “Bon viatge! Emily’s off to Barcelona….”

  1. My youngest daughter graduated this year and told me around 25% of her class wanted to be teachers. My oldest daughter graduated 5 years ago and told me the same thing. Is this what teaching life is, ie. school , uni, and back to school no wonder teachers like politicians are career opportunists without any nous of the real world. I can only be grateful that both girls have found careers in industry.

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    1. To be fair to my daughter, she never wanted to do the school-university-school thing. She said she knew she needed to see something of life first. I know lots of teachers, not one of whom is a ‘career opportunist’, though of course they must exist.

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  2. I have only come to this site recently and as you seem to be the the only blogger who keeps updating can you stick to the theme “our day-to-day life in a small town in the Ariege” as some of the stuff is informatiive. Leave the offspring to tweet, facebook or blog on their own site where they are able to read any comments. As for working in a bank and finding it soul-destroying a lot of people are in these jobs as I said the real world.

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    1. Nobody has any obligation to read my blog. Unfortunately I can’t find a way its name, but as I’ll be spending increasing amounts of time in the UK, there may well be a higher proportion of UK postings.

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  3. I have trawled through some of your previous postings about the UK along with the associated comments that seem to come from the MAG’s (Margaret’s appreciation group). Those postings are more appropriate to an English rather than a French blog site. You would probably be better off on twitter or facebook. Where did you get “Yorkshire god’s own country”. It sound like something a 16th century English writer would have penned without ever having travelled outside his own county.

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    1. I would just like to say, she is not being crass, it’s simply a term that has come to be applied to Yorkshire, I don’t know where from – but she hasn’t come up with that herself. It’s printed on teatowels and all sorts of other things in Yorkshire. If you don’t like what someone writes, why don’t you just leave it at that, rather than being rude and bringing someone down – the internet is far too full of faceless antagonism for my liking, sometimes.

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      1. I read all this and thought it was more humorous than derogatory. I have also read life-in-laroque in the past, some of it good some of it not that great but hey it’s her blog. Living a life is correct saying many bloggers are delusional and don’t like criticism, same applies to a lot of facebookers, tweeters etc. Professional journalists do a better job and they are open to criticism you only need to read the comments section in online newspaper articles. If you can’t take the heat stay out of the kitchen.

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      2. Thanks. Not altogether sure what you’re trying to say, but of course professional journalists do a better job – it IS their job, and in any case I – and most other bloggers – am in no way in competition with them! All I wanted to do with his blog was have a means of keeping family and friends up to speed with my life: if anybody else is interested in any of what I have to say, that’s a bonus.

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  4. Have you ever visited the US of A from the east coast over the Appalachian mountains, across the great plains to the desert, the grand canyon and the salt lakes, onto the rocky mountains and down to the sequoia forest on the east coast or up to Oregon to the great pine forest then back to Yellowstone nature park. Perhaps god had a hand in its making but no American would have the temerity or be so crass as to claim it as gods own.

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