GERMANY
It's coz I's a language teacha, innit?
I'm gonna write this while I'm still in my teachy inspired mood which strictly only ever comes about on a tuesday lunchtime. Tuesdays are when I have my actual lessons which I lead without a real teacher (possibly illegal for assistants), and which are now coming together because I do real things.
There comes a point in these lessons where I feel all "these kids are learning something from me! I am sharing knowledge!" which lasts from about halfway through the lesson until about half an hour afterwards until my head shrinks and I'm me again. I imagine this feeling to be what teachers have all the time after 40-50 years on the job.
My new grammar class is the old one which I often lamented about because it was so mixed, now combined with another similar one. Their coming-together has thankfully given me a large number of motivated and interesting pupils, but this has come at the expense of the crap disruptive ones upping the game. We're talking paper planes and sitting on desks.
But, being the responsible and persevering person that I am, I say "fuck these kids", not like that, and carry on regardless. It's kind of inspiring, not in a cliched way, to have kids still be enthusiastic and ask questions and ask me to do one-on-one grammar with them when the classroom equivalent of the Gaza Strip is taking place at full volume in the background.
I'm also having stirrings of potential German lawsuits against me after I pitched my last stub of chalk at a kid who was pissing me off, except far harder and faster than I intended to and got him square on the forehead. Kind of accidentally on purpose, y'know?
Regardless: this is getting better.
It's coz I's a language teacha, innit?
I'm gonna write this while I'm still in my teachy inspired mood which strictly only ever comes about on a tuesday lunchtime. Tuesdays are when I have my actual lessons which I lead without a real teacher (possibly illegal for assistants), and which are now coming together because I do real things.
There comes a point in these lessons where I feel all "these kids are learning something from me! I am sharing knowledge!" which lasts from about halfway through the lesson until about half an hour afterwards until my head shrinks and I'm me again. I imagine this feeling to be what teachers have all the time after 40-50 years on the job.
My new grammar class is the old one which I often lamented about because it was so mixed, now combined with another similar one. Their coming-together has thankfully given me a large number of motivated and interesting pupils, but this has come at the expense of the crap disruptive ones upping the game. We're talking paper planes and sitting on desks.
But, being the responsible and persevering person that I am, I say "fuck these kids", not like that, and carry on regardless. It's kind of inspiring, not in a cliched way, to have kids still be enthusiastic and ask questions and ask me to do one-on-one grammar with them when the classroom equivalent of the Gaza Strip is taking place at full volume in the background.
I'm also having stirrings of potential German lawsuits against me after I pitched my last stub of chalk at a kid who was pissing me off, except far harder and faster than I intended to and got him square on the forehead. Kind of accidentally on purpose, y'know?
Regardless: this is getting better.
