Adults are just riddled with complexes. Adults are impatient. Adults are uncreative. Adults write everything down. Adults wear their anxiety on their face. Adults stay perfectly quiet. Adults would rather talk about washing up than wizardry. Adults don't want to read for gist. Adults refuse to be in a class with people of "lower levels" than them. Adults don't believe what you tell them.
I had my lesson observed today. It was by a colleague I like, who 'gets' the way I teach, so it wasn't particularly nerve-wracking, but there's still that theatre about it. Do you acknowledge the observer's presence? Do you explain it to the class? Do you include them in discussions and activities?
I had a breakdown this morning. I was planning on marking some work, before going in to teach two new 2-hour classes, followed by another 3-hour class. I'd been bubbling with anxiety over the fact that it was new students for over a week, and it all overflowed in a fairly pathetic crying fit.
I'm exhausted, and I've never felt more motivated in my life. This morning, I taught a group of 10-11-year-old French students who are visiting Bath, and taking classes at my school for just two mornings. We were given prepared materials, but being my stubborn self, I steadfastly insisted on my making my own, with the intention of using Comprehensible Input and TPRS techniques to teach in a scientifically-rigorous way.
There's a strange and morbid confidence that comes from going to private school. I taught another one of Those students today, and I found the way she talked to me so interesting. She was unfailingly confident in what she wanted, what she thought she could do, and in indulging me with many lurid details of school life unprompted. She derided the borders and the school in general, while also proudly speaking of things such as "The Crypt", the underground common room of the school, which she described as "dark but cozy". This is the kind of opinionated, anthropologistic self-entitlement that you simply don't find among most teenagers.
After graduating from uni, I spent about a year and a half after uni pursuing writing projects, with the naïve goal of becoming a full-time romance writer within a short span of time. As you can imagine, this didn't quite work out, and I eventually decided that, for the short term, I needed a day job.