Notes from the TEFL Graveyard

Wistful reflections, petty glories.

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Location: The House of Usher, Brazil

I'm a flailing TEFL teacher who entered the profession over a decade ago to kill some time whilst I tried to find out what I really wanted to do. I like trying to write comedy (I once got to the semi-finals of a BBC Talent competition, ironically writing a sitcom based on TEFL), whilst trying to conquer genetically inherited procrastination... I am now based in Brazil, where I live with my wife and two chins.

Wednesday, 1 June 2011


The trouble with family visiting from the old continent is that they leave you in a worse state than they found you.

Since mother and middle sister left, I've found myself exploring a morbid fascination for YouTube interviews with Morrissey, wearing my late father's sports jacket around the house and pining to, of all things, go rambling (here, crossing somebody's land is likely to land you with a cap in your harris at the very least).

Heaven knows I'm miserable now.

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Blogger No Good Boyo said...

Becoming your dad. Go with it. There's a world of war films and boiled sweets to discover.

3 June 2011 at 05:54  
Blogger M C Ward said...

And, of course, it's preferable to turning into Morrissey, as I'm sure he'd agree.

3 June 2011 at 13:42  
Blogger EnglishTeacher365 said...

Well, you might have ended up like Marc Almond or Steve Strange ... yaaaaah!!!

1 July 2011 at 18:24  
Blogger M C Ward said...

365, that could still happen - watch this space.

3 July 2011 at 20:09  

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