Thursday, September 13, 2007

Gotta job, gotta job, gotta job...

So, after four days' wait (after being promised a call at the start of the week - see Talking to the Organ Grinder) and yet another phone call, I finally get told where I'm supposed to be teaching! Vivent les fonctionnaires!

It actually doesn't look half bad. Obviously I can't go into details, but it's in a very nice area, and the languages it offers include Russian, Latin and Ancient Greek. It also has a school choir and a special music section. Now I'm guessing that a school that's able to offer that probably has nice kids to teach. It's a collège, which means the kids will be 11-14. Young enough not to give too much grief, and their voices won't have broken. Squeaky kids' voices can go through your head a bit when they all talk at the same time, but you can conserve your larynx by speaking in a low tone, which cuts through all the high frequencies without the need to shout them down. (Top tip for all you TEFLers with kids' classes!)

Anyway, it looks like my main worry won't be getting stabbed while trying to teach conditionals (If you stab your teacher, he will scream; If you stabbed your teacher, he would scream; If you hadn't stabbed your teacher, he wouldn't have given you 10000 lines and a detention), but whether my clothes will be smart enough.




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3 comments:

engelsk said...

Great - and with children that age, it'll be like you have newcomers to your classes each week, as their acne changes position on their faces!

Mrs Thistletwat said...

If the neighbourhood's as posh as you make out, 1000 lines might mean something rather different than writing "I must not take drugs" 1000 times.

M. le Prof d'Anglais said...

Hey Mrs T - you've given me a great idea for supplementing my income. A stage isn't exactly well paid, after all.