December
1: After school ‘John’ told
me that my role is to be the fun teacher. I play games. He teaches straight out of the book. Thanks
for letting me know in advance, pal.
That would’ve been good info to have last Friday when the parents came
to observe my class or, you know, before I started teaching at all.
December
10: ‘John’ criticized the
telephone game I lead out in class. It
would’ve gone better if he had cared to help translate the instructions. Instead, he sat there scrolling on his
phone. Not only that, I got the game
from the book he gave me.
December
16: As my co-teacher, ‘John’
is supposed to remain in the classroom during the lesson in case students need
a concept explained or instructions translated.
But this lout regularly sneaks out the back door 15 minutes into the
lesson and doesn’t return until the period is almost over. Today, two boys got into a fight while he was
AWOL. I asked him to please stay in the
classroom during lessons. If he had been
there when the argument had begun, it would not have escalated to a
fistfight. This jerk had the nerve to
blame me for not controlling the class.
Umm, discipline is not my duty, feckless oaf. I’m the fun teacher,
remember? Besides, if students are
fussing back and forth, they need someone to shut it down in their own
language.
A couple
weeks ago something he did and said made me think that he’d had a crush (if not
a full-on affair) with the white South African teacher who preceded me. If my suspicion is correct, then I cannot
compete. I will never be her. Is he angry that she left mid-contract? The story they fed me is that she left
because her mother had a heart attack, but now I wonder. Is he trying to set me up to fail?
At my
interview the manager told me that my co-teacher spoke excellent English
because he had lived in Los Angeles for 10 years. When I met him for the first time, I thought
to myself, either he lied or he spent his entire time in a basement in Koreatown.
I know people who speak much better English after only one year abroad. I almost feel sorry for his wife and three
kids for having such a loser as a father and husband.
You know what
else sucks? He’s the intermediary
between me and the company’s manager and director. Ugh!
2015
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