Unfortunately, yeah. I only write real stories about the things I encounter, and I used to post them to Facebook to try to keep my friends aware that I was still alive--if only on the outside--when I was traveling around and stuff. My stint in this school was the source of a big series of increasingly bizarre stories that are both sad and funny at the same time.
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I think teaching is one of the hardest professions nowadays, here, there and everywhere. Don't want to go on about the reasons, or what I think the reasons are, because I don't consider this is the best place for it and also it would be just too long to write about it... Just wanted to leave a comment thanking you for sharing. Nice text.
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Yeah, I understand. I've been teaching in a lot of different environments, and I love interacting with kids. In the case of this particular school, there was just no organization. I was hired with the understanding that I was teaching ESL. I only discovered I was an English Lit teacher when one student asked me two days into the job when they would start reading, and he gave me the textbook. So... yeah.
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Ehh ... I wrote about some of the reasons. I'll take the heat. xD
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Bump!
I didn't really get your story tbh, I just read something about strange school occurances, but honestly, I didn't fully understand what it's about.
Great game you're giving away! Already have, so good luck everybody!
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thanks for a chance, hope things work out for you.
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From what I understand, teaching is hard. Unruly students, trying to get every student to learn what they need to, having to deal with students who just don't get it, pressure to have all your students succeed, the many hours of after-school work grading papers and piecing together assignments/lectures for the following days (work that usually goes unpaid), and often with relatively low pay (depending on the state/country and the school).
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That pretty much sums it up, yes. But if you have the right temperament, the rewards make it worthwhile.
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I love your texts, even if I have to read them twice because I don't get it at first. Your life seems pretty interesting
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i admire anyone who can try to teach young people
i'm "trying" to teach students (here most of them are over 21) and that's not easy.
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I'd love to hear more, though ti will probably make me cringe. It sounds strangely like the IT department I work in.
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Tbh I still can't get it no matter how many times I read it
Hmmm I think I need go back to learn some proper English
Sorry :(
I just understand a teacher quit then another unlucky teacher came
Your classmates were too "anarchy" because they watched WWE
Yeah kinda confused myself
Btw, maybe there are many people asking this
Are you EsE's brother? xD
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About three years ago, I accidentally moved to Dubai and got hired to teach Grade 5 and 7 boys at an international school. It seemed a dream job initially, but gradually I realized something was very off. Every day began to feel like I was starring in my own sitcom, and the laugh track was inside my head. I wrote this one week into my two months there, back when I thought someone was still coming to save me.
Good luck.
Mr. Khalid has been "out sick" since I've started teaching, and I feel I've been babysitting his Grade 7 boys with the understanding that it will be temporary. I've heard various things from the staff; how he never smiles, how he accepts nothing short of silence, how he screams and "needs a psychologist." I came to believe he was just a boogeyman created to scare the students--the Keyser Soze of public educators--until he suddenly showed up today. My excitement to have a steady mentor turned to anger when another teacher clued me in that he returned only to demand the principal's job or his resignation. And just like that--poof!--he was gone.
This news hit during class with GRade 7, which, after playing reverse psychologist and convincing them to corral themselves in a long, respectful discussion semicircle around me and talk to me about the recent anti-Mohamed movie and how stereotypes can be hurtful--one boy admitted he watched it and cried--was thrown into abrupt disarray by the school buses arriving 3 hours early. All classes were canceled immediately, because in a school lacking organization, why not? The buses are there, why not use them? I was this close to wooing them into learning something, but they must have realized they had nearly been outmaneuvered, and started throwing things and running out the door. One of the boys tossed a chair and asked why he wasn't learning.
I walked to the vice-principal to express my intention to quit if I was not given advice or assistance dealing with Grade 7. Instead, he understood my feelings, informing me that an unlucky new hire will have to get through to them. "The boys really like the culture of the negroes," he casually observed during the ride home together. "...the who? You mean like rap music, or hip-hop?" "No, WWE wrestling." "...mhmm." He dropped me off at a post office, where a hawker tried to sell me textbooks.
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