It’s the end of May and I’m a quarter of the way through and already with over half my classes I have reached the “oh well whatever” phase.

Please, don’t get me wrong… it’s not the students or their poor lack of understanding or even the fact that they have no interest what-so-ever to learn a  language which is already so different from their own. No, that’s not the problem …in fact, that’s more like a challenge. The kind that makes me want to get up every morning and to see their smiling faces. I love challenges, what I abhor is conflict due to lack of communication or better yet the ridged closed mindedness that I face almost every time I come to teach.

Mind you, it’s not the students I get that from – it’s the co-teachers. Mind you, it’s not all of them just the two out of three. SO yes, I have decided to not give a crap… I shall be that “English speaking robot” just tell me what to say and when I should say it. But for heaven sakes don’t expect me to be happy or stay awake as your suffocate the life out of my mother tongue. And as far as planning goes… er, I have better things to do and dying of stomach cancer pushing to make everything rosy is not in the cards for me, thanks!

And yes, I have been there … the whole learning how to be a teacher! But you must understand teaching children is different than standing in a lecture hall and being monotonously boring, or even droning on from a pulpit! And yes, I did just go there! These are kids, dammit, not machines.