jacktorrence wrote:Dr Jellyfish wrote:Buttercup wrote:Huh? I was only in my twenties. I am not prepared to do it at all, now. I could probably summon up the will for triple the hourly rate, as long as I had contractual assurances that no DOS, school owner, parent, cunty administrator etc would even meet my gaze, let alone talk to me.
During my entire teaching career of more than ten years, I never taught much over 20 hours. I only did 15 hours in the UK. I don't like working: it is boring and a waste of time and you have to be nice to everyone and tolerate bad people. I prefer to have lots of free time. In Taiwan, I liked going hiking and swimming and hotspringing, and drinking with my friends. I also never buy much stuff.
I can well understand that. It's hard to say how much I hated some of the things I had to do, like being forced to teach Kindergarten classes which involved singing and dancing around the class, pretending to be animals and smiling the whole way through ~ because if the parents weren't in the class observing, then they were outside the classroom with there faces pressed up against the glass (classroom was like a fish tank). When that class is over - bang straight to your next class, after that - bang again next class! It would take a special sort to voluntarily go back to that.
It was only when I left that system, that I actually started liking and even enjoying Taiwan, more importantly I actually had time to study Chinese.
None of you guys liked having fun with the kids? I personally think it's the best job in the world. Sure you don't have to use your brain much, but who cares. Get the sticky balls out!
The sticky balls, the lynchpin of the Shane teaching system
There was one memorable occasion when the school manageress asked me if I had my special Christmas party class prepared 10 mins before class time (she hadn't mentioned it to me before). This group of kids were about 9 - 11 (ish), anyway ~ all I could come up with was a brilliant game which involved a beach ball and an elasticated Santa beard, the kids had to throw the beach ball at each other (dodge-ball style); however, when hit with the ball they had to don the beard and say "Ho-ho-ho Merry Christmas", it was an instant classic - even the next class room's T.A. joined in.