Endless autumn:
Waiting for the
Waiting
To cease.
One of the commonest figures to be found within TEFL is the aspiring administrator. This is a teacher who, often drained by years of repetitive, poorly remunerated clowning around in the classroom, seeks a position managing other teachers, such as Director of Studies (aptly and attractively known as "Doss"), from which they can sit in an imaginary TEFL director’s chair smoking a cigar, bellowing, “CUT!” and enjoying not having to pull a linguistic rabbit out of a hat twelve times a day, five days a week. I include myself within this TEFL subgenre, although my past experiences of administration have left me with an odd yearning to get back into the classroom and be king of my own modest sandcastle. In 2005, whilst I was working in HR at a local factory, my Brazilian friend Bert and I decided to start our own school. I had recently managed to wriggle out of a honey trap I’d set for myself, when I offered to give a free English course to my colleagues in the factory’s Training a...
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And asks you got any nuts
He then shows them his.
Sounds like you been reading too much Kerouac.
Who's teaching job made him feel ill,
So he switched to translation,
Which he embraced, with elation,
But now his blog-readers aren't getting their fill!
I shall make a concerted effort to write more balls as soon as the signs are propicious.
MC's wisdom. Class dismissed.
Autumn. Cold. Alone.
Pip pip old man. Could be worse.