A Chilly TEFL Adventure with a Difference

21 January 2013

It's 8am on a frosty January morning in Oxfordshire. I've had my first swim of the year, in a 3°C lake, and my frozen body is covered in mud and duck poo. All I can think about is getting finished quickly (my fingers no longer work) and downing a flask of hot Vimto (one of things I missed most when teaching abroad). It never crossed my mind that taking a  TEFL course would lead to this painful, but strangely invigorating moment, but I'm very glad that it did.