Well my second class went a little better. At first it sucked ASS! I didn't think that the kids would not have English names. I had nine students and 4 of them did not have English names. They just sat there and did nothing while I tried and tried to get them to talk. I eventually found out that I am supposed to give them English names. How cool is that. I could have named them anything that I wanted. But I stayed plain and boring and named them Scott, Lisa, Joe and Ken. Now I am thinking that I should have given them better names, no offence to people with these names, but seriously I could have said anything and these are what I came up with. The class was so painful until I found out that I am supposed to name them myself.
I basically stood there and looked like an idiot. An absolute idiot. At least this time there wasn't a parent watching me. In my first class this parent sat in the entire time. Everytime I screwed up I could picture him making a mental note to tell my boss. Once I gave the students names things went by really fast. They all picked up on what we were doing (What's your name?) really fast. This class was only 1 1/2 hours long and when I had 30 minutes left everyone but one had it perfect. The kid I had named Ken had no clue what was going on. I felt bad cause I ignored him for a while, but then we played tic-tac-toe and he almost had it. So with 10 minutes left I kept asking him over and over again "what's your name?" By the end of class with a little prodding he was ablt to say, "my name is Ken."
I feel kinda sorry for my students because when they ask to go to the bathroom they all ask at once and I can't tell whether or not they are going for fun or if they really have to go. So I make them wait until they pee themsleves and then make them cry and go out of the room. Just kidding (: I make them go one at a time, but trying to explain that is pretty hard.
The weird thing about the kids is that at some times they understand me perfeclty, and at others they act like they have never heard a word of English. And both times I am saying the same thing.
Remember all those times we watched movies and the protagonist points at themselves and says "Me Mike" They then point at the Alien/Beast/Foreigner and they point at themselves and say "Me Mike."? Well that happened at least ten times to day. So I say no I am Mike, You are Rob. Rob then repeats, I am Mike You are Rob. Amazingly by the end of the class they alll knew their names and each others' names. It was cool I could call there name and say I am mike, and they would say I am Tina or whatever. It shows I am actually doing something. And it makes me feel good to see them actually learning. It's that little light in their eyes that flashes when they get it that's make it so fun. i know that sounds so lame and cheesy, but it's true.
I went to the adult class tonight to talk to the boss (anne) and she said that I will do my demo on Wednesday night. Depending on how I do on my demo will determine if I get a job or not. The only shitty thing is that the owners cut the budget so I may just be teaching private students for now. Which isn't too bad, at least if I sign a contract with David's (the adult school) I can get my Alien Resident Card and I can stay here for a year.
Well, I am going to go now. I am going to expolre Jong-Li on my own. adrian's in a class right now so I have to kill a half an hour in a mysterious city . . . (start eery music)
I basically stood there and looked like an idiot. An absolute idiot. At least this time there wasn't a parent watching me. In my first class this parent sat in the entire time. Everytime I screwed up I could picture him making a mental note to tell my boss. Once I gave the students names things went by really fast. They all picked up on what we were doing (What's your name?) really fast. This class was only 1 1/2 hours long and when I had 30 minutes left everyone but one had it perfect. The kid I had named Ken had no clue what was going on. I felt bad cause I ignored him for a while, but then we played tic-tac-toe and he almost had it. So with 10 minutes left I kept asking him over and over again "what's your name?" By the end of class with a little prodding he was ablt to say, "my name is Ken."
I feel kinda sorry for my students because when they ask to go to the bathroom they all ask at once and I can't tell whether or not they are going for fun or if they really have to go. So I make them wait until they pee themsleves and then make them cry and go out of the room. Just kidding (: I make them go one at a time, but trying to explain that is pretty hard.
The weird thing about the kids is that at some times they understand me perfeclty, and at others they act like they have never heard a word of English. And both times I am saying the same thing.
Remember all those times we watched movies and the protagonist points at themselves and says "Me Mike" They then point at the Alien/Beast/Foreigner and they point at themselves and say "Me Mike."? Well that happened at least ten times to day. So I say no I am Mike, You are Rob. Rob then repeats, I am Mike You are Rob. Amazingly by the end of the class they alll knew their names and each others' names. It was cool I could call there name and say I am mike, and they would say I am Tina or whatever. It shows I am actually doing something. And it makes me feel good to see them actually learning. It's that little light in their eyes that flashes when they get it that's make it so fun. i know that sounds so lame and cheesy, but it's true.
I went to the adult class tonight to talk to the boss (anne) and she said that I will do my demo on Wednesday night. Depending on how I do on my demo will determine if I get a job or not. The only shitty thing is that the owners cut the budget so I may just be teaching private students for now. Which isn't too bad, at least if I sign a contract with David's (the adult school) I can get my Alien Resident Card and I can stay here for a year.
Well, I am going to go now. I am going to expolre Jong-Li on my own. adrian's in a class right now so I have to kill a half an hour in a mysterious city . . . (start eery music)
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