The new teacher walked confidently into the room wearing jeans and an open button-down gingham shirt over a plain white t-shirt, looking like a mix between Paul Giamatti and Tim Curry. His hair was wild and curly and his smile was big and full of humor.
I knew immediately that this was going to work out.
From the start it was clear that the new teacher had been teaching Danish longer than our previous teacher. He was infinitely more sure of himself and of the answers he was giving to our questions. Not only that, but his Danish was far easier to understand. Both because his pronunciation was clearer and because he seemed to have a better understanding of which words and phrases we had and had not learned in previous classes.
I already feel more optimistic about the class going forward. To be honest, I had started to seriously lose hope and motivation, and was beginning to wonder if continuing was a waste of time.
It's clear that he's going to be a tough teacher. Strict but kind. Insisting that we speak Danish whenever he's in the classroom, even before class starts and during breaks. But always with a smile on his face.
It's nice to feel a renewed sense of hope.