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Hello! I return, with a question! Help a newbie?

*brushes off dust*

Oops.  I’ve had two other jobs since the last time I posted.  Now, while I intend to post about them and fix my terrible mistake, I would first like to put a question to whoever was and might still be reading this.

My situation:

1. Rather than telling you to go and read the previous posts, the brief version is that It Didn’t Go Well.  And now, two other teaching jobs Haven’t Gone Brilliantly.

2. That’s three jobs and three… let’s call them missteps.

3. One, maybe two of them can be blamed on the school, but the third is definitely mostly me.

  And here’s my reaction:

I know lots of people do a CELTA and then happily run off into the sunset and do great with it.  I’ve accepted that I am not one of those people – partly because I’m not a big traveller and partly because I think I’d prefer the stability of a “proper” school (I currently work at an after-school institute, and even that’s better) – and I need either more training or just better support.

Obviously, even job advertisements that promise great support won’t necessarily deliver on it, so that’s probably not my best shot.  Which leads me to:

PGCE/School Direct: Yay or nay?

Given that a PGCE is only 6 months or a year, I’m not entirely against it.  However, the idea of  School Direct, basically a paid job while learning rather than going as far as going back to being a student, appeals to me more.

The question being, is it as good as it sounds? Would I be better off just going back to university?  I feel like teaching is something I could like, if I could get it right, and if I started over now doing a full teaching degree I’d still only (“only”) be 29/30 when I graduate.

Door A, B or C

So there’s (A), a PGCE, preferably via School Direct.

There’s (B), start over properly and actually get a teaching degree.  On the one hand, PGCEs seem to be asked for more, but on the other it would be an entire course of training.  I’m not the biggest advocate of going to university, but at least I do actually feel qualified for the journalism/writing jobs I apply for.

Or there’s (C); accept that three jobs and three missteps means that maybe teaching just isn’t for me and look at other options.  Which is something I’m already doing.  I really should have more direction by now.

So? Is there anyone out there who’s been through this or is more knowledgeable and can help me out? 🙂


It’s all over when the fat lady sings

I survived! Don’t worry, the lack of posting was an over-tired issue, not anything horrible.

So.  The last eight weeks.  The plan for a new teacher to come in and take over and for me to sit and watch didn’t exactly happen: he came, he taught… and for five weeks out of eight, I taught too.  Yes, I could have just had three weeks off, why couldn’t they have seen it that way? Continue reading →

Week on, week off

As the Karate Kid would say.  Sort of.

My teaching of one kid was actually teaching of two kids.  I’m not sure if the mistake was that they thought it was only one or that he’d said one and should have said two.  Regardless, I didn’t say anything just in case the reaction would have been “what?! Stop immediately!” Continue reading →


You know what they say, be careful what you wish for.  Luckily I wasn’t fired like I was worried I was going to be, but there was a sudden shift in what I’m doing.  (Or rather, I was left to worry for a week and then it felt like the decision was made quickly.) Continue reading →

Drama Llama Llama Drama

The reason I don’t update often is because my life is currently as follows: ‘teach, prepare to teach, get some sleep, teach…’ then at the weekend ‘get up and distribute breakfasts, prepare to teach, get some sleep.’

At the risk of sounding whiny, should this not be enough? It takes up the whole day, I need a short nap when I get home so I can continue without falling asleep later, and I’ve had little downtime since I started a month ago.

Turns out, it isn’t. Continue reading →

Another… week… gone?

They say time flies when you’re having fun.  Or when your life is a neverending cycle of teaching, getting ready to teach, and fighting to get more than five hours’ sleep with zero time for anything else.

I haven’t even had a proper weekend yet – despite the three-day one last week – and I don’t just mean because of  planning.  Extracurricular tasks involve meeting and looking after the students staying in the house opposite me… fine when they’re agreeable, not so much when you have someone who was mis-sold both the house itself and her rooming situation.

But it’s good to be thrown in at the deep end.  Good experience.  Keeps you busy.  … Right? Continue reading →

When you assume…

Well, you know what they say.  Basically, don’t.

I exaggerate, as today wasn’t a disaster, but I had gone ahead and assumed – and prepared for – X number of students, expecting two to be missing like they usually are, and I ended up with Y number instead.  Which meant a slight running off to photocopy panic. Continue reading →

Sorry, The Dog Ate My Homework

Oh dear.  Doing this every day didn’t exactly work out, did it? Let’s see… highlights… bailing adults, bratty kids and demanding students about covers it. Continue reading →

Blink and You Miss It

It’s Monday.  It was Friday five seconds ago.  Where’d that weekend I was supposed to be super productive in disappear to?

To clarify, it didn’t disappear into a wormhole of time wasting, playing games or watching shows and the like.  No, it was to do with the new thing that’s been added to my job description.  Well, was already in the description but hadn’t started until Saturday. Continue reading →

First week recap

Just a quick post before I go sleep till Monday.

Not really.  The hours are pretty good – 9am to 1pm (at least for now) even if I was then working on the next day’s lessons from 1pm to 1am, and I’m enjoying it.  Hopefully they are too.

I’m fairly sure I’m not just being overly self critical for thinking there’s room for improvement: to be expected at this stage, sure, but that’s not entirely a good enough excuse. Continue reading →