Those that know me know that I've not been the biggest fan of teenagers, or kids, in my life so this whole teaching English thing is a real test to myself. And it's been interesting so far.
As I wrote in this very blog, the first day was a bit of getting to know everyone, and I don't exactly know how well I did... so after my classes yesterday I was determined to be a little more organised so as to avoid talking so much in every class. Discussion is one thing, talking while everyone stares blankly or falls asleep is another.
So today I focused on tattoos, thinking it would be a cool theme to do. Of course people asked me where I had tattoos, as well as how many piercings I had and where they were (details of which I tended to be fuzzy)... but I resisted the urge to take off my clothes to show them (I must be growing up) and maintained some dignity... as their grown-up teacher. Which is funny, considering I am merely 7 years older than some of them. That age gap has not been much of an issue for me in the past...
Anyway, by day's end I was sick of the classroom and the stoner in the back trying to nap on the desk was giving me the shits, so we went outside. I had a couple of American footballs with me so tried to teach them 'over and under', a game I used to play in primary school. Thinking I was keeping it simple because I was talking in English, it actually turned out to be a poor choice of game and before we even got started, kids were refusing to take part. So I just said, 'Fuck it, do what you want then - NO, THAT DOES NOT MEAN SMOKE!'
I learnt that the cute pinkeye guy is actually 19 - that could be interesting. I should stop having these thoughts.
Tomorrow I swap and go to the other school to teach their kids. Just repeat my lessons I guess. Lazy ass shit that I am.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment