From the word go this job had smelled bad and it continued to stink when I observed a lesson.
The teacher seemed to have mistaken classroom for military boot camp as a drill sargeant, permanently seated, barked out orders at warp speed, totally contemptuous of her recruits who might as well have not been there. I heard of one witty class gifting her a self-help manual as the anger oozed from every pore while the students sat in bewildered fear.
Teaching shouldn't be like this.
"Focus, people!"
With an entertaining flourish at the end of the 50-minute lesson/tirade the drill sargeant came out with one of the most ridiculous lines ever heard in teaching:
"Who understood that?"
I struggled to remain seated, laughter disguised by an extended cough.
The teacher seemed to have mistaken classroom for military boot camp as a drill sargeant, permanently seated, barked out orders at warp speed, totally contemptuous of her recruits who might as well have not been there. I heard of one witty class gifting her a self-help manual as the anger oozed from every pore while the students sat in bewildered fear.
Teaching shouldn't be like this.
"Focus, people!"
With an entertaining flourish at the end of the 50-minute lesson/tirade the drill sargeant came out with one of the most ridiculous lines ever heard in teaching:
"Who understood that?"
I struggled to remain seated, laughter disguised by an extended cough.
When the students had received their marching orders, I was dismissed too with a flick of the hand. This farcical character was supposed to be explaining the elaborate, almost incomprehensible course set-up. Instead we were lumbered with a person who could barely co-ordinate her way through an open door.
Only a few weeks in, the exit door was actively being sought.
"Teachers keep leaving." some sort of director complained miserably.
"And you're surprised?" I thought.
Only a few weeks in, the exit door was actively being sought.
"Teachers keep leaving." some sort of director complained miserably.
"And you're surprised?" I thought.
Just about the only amusement to be found in this rat-infested wasteland was at Dr Cafe's caff next to the Sandwich Fucker bar and Flaky's burger van. The rats were closing in.
Life at home improved whenever I bumped into a friendly fella on the street with a collection of highly interesting smoking condiments. Our meet-ups were followed by long nightwalks around the Golden Imam mosque and gardens and finishing with a 4am coffee at Cocktail Mazza before a 24-hour Q Eat burger .and bed.
Who understood that?
Life at home improved whenever I bumped into a friendly fella on the street with a collection of highly interesting smoking condiments. Our meet-ups were followed by long nightwalks around the Golden Imam mosque and gardens and finishing with a 4am coffee at Cocktail Mazza before a 24-hour Q Eat burger .and bed.
Who understood that?