Moving out

I had a job that was just too good to be true. A few days ago, reality struck home.
When I was hired, there was a provision that half-way through, we would evaluate the situation, and, if one party was unhappy, end the tutoring early. That´s what happened.
Manolo told me that his and Jorge´s exteneded family was coming in, and one of the family members needed my bed. The next day, I asked him for the real reason.
Manolo felt that Jorge wasn´t learning quickly enough, and, on the 16th, a trained English Professor will start teaching Jorge for an hour a day. Although Manolo brought up legit errors I made, I felt fairly good after the talk, because every error was a direct result of my inexperience in teaching -- I don´t have the training that the English Professor will have.
I should have written down what I was saying, spoken more slowly when I spoke in English, employed repetition more, bought a lesson book and established a lesson plan, and initiated more basic conversation in English. These are mistakes I won´t make next time.
Also, as a broad lesson, I know now to check in with the client/employer often. In this case, I would have known to get a lesson book, write words down, etc.
I was scared when I got sacked. Not only had I been relying on staying with Manolo, but I thought I was golden in terms of how I was doing. It was a left jab in a boxing match -- not as powerful as a punch from the right, but so much worse because you didn´t see it coming. I was getting along with the hotel staff, the hotel director (who also lived with me), Manolo, and even Jorge when we were outside of lessons. People-wise, I was good. It was my inexperience in teaching that did me in.
But, like most unexpected events, this one carried a silver lining, because tomorrow I go to England to stay with my friend Naomi. I probably would not have been able to go to England at all if I didn´t go now, and I´m excited to go.