Watching the BAFTAs with the Mother, who has been having fun playing "Guess how old the ageing film star is" with Littlest Sister, who can't quite wrap her head around the idea of plastic surgery. Probably a good thing, really.
The last week (!) of TEFL begins tomorrow. We have an external assessor coming in, I think for the whole day, and of course yours truly is up and teaching first. It's little more than 45 minutes of context-setting for the rest of the week, but still. Up first with the EXTERNAL ASSESSOR watching. Of course my lesson plan isn't written yet, but is it ever the night before the lesson? Sigh.
I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. The pre-teaching nerves will see to that one well enough. As well as this being our last week, we're also teaching from a timetable we had to put together ourselves, without any input and only minimal feedback from the tutors. I'm also clocking in well under my mandatory teaching hours (because I keep clocking in under my lesson length), but that's another story. Probably for Friday, when I'll get coerced into running a game to make the numbers balance out.
So... yeah. I'm one week away from being a qualified English teacher, and I'm still a neurotic mess when it comes to the act of teaching. Never mind that once the first few minutes have passed I'm absolutely fine and even having fun up there. It's the waiting that kills me.
Tick tock.
The last week (!) of TEFL begins tomorrow. We have an external assessor coming in, I think for the whole day, and of course yours truly is up and teaching first. It's little more than 45 minutes of context-setting for the rest of the week, but still. Up first with the EXTERNAL ASSESSOR watching. Of course my lesson plan isn't written yet, but is it ever the night before the lesson? Sigh.
I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. The pre-teaching nerves will see to that one well enough. As well as this being our last week, we're also teaching from a timetable we had to put together ourselves, without any input and only minimal feedback from the tutors. I'm also clocking in well under my mandatory teaching hours (because I keep clocking in under my lesson length), but that's another story. Probably for Friday, when I'll get coerced into running a game to make the numbers balance out.
So... yeah. I'm one week away from being a qualified English teacher, and I'm still a neurotic mess when it comes to the act of teaching. Never mind that once the first few minutes have passed I'm absolutely fine and even having fun up there. It's the waiting that kills me.
Tick tock.
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Date: 2009-02-08 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-09 07:11 am (UTC)I'm teaching p1 and 4 today. :-)
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Date: 2009-02-09 08:38 pm (UTC)How did your lessons go?
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Date: 2009-02-09 10:06 pm (UTC)Mine went okay. Could've been better, but not bad either. Pretty much the usual.
I'm hoping for a snow day tomorrow, cause none of my usual rides can take me in... I hate the bus!