So, we come to Prague with the greatest of expectations and the sense of pride that comes along with taking the leap. We take the course, intense and overly saturated with…fluff plenty of opportunities to teach us something on how to teach from clearly experienced teachers..but yet countless hours wasted on time consuming group discussions and games (lined with some golden teaching rule that could have just been identified and explained in half the time!!) and projects that forced us to do nothing but repeat..the fluff..over and over.. moderation - as it becomes clear by the end of the course, the only concern of Oxford is moderation, more preparation is set aside for this pseudo certification interview than anything else.. nothing but a veiled course evaluation helpful
Funny how after the moderation the once empathetic tutors now resembling Alberts cashiers impatiently waiting for you to swipe your card (magnetic strip facing me please). The ‘lifelong job guidance’ turns into a list of inactive web links.
It’s funny, I almost felt sorry that I took away the naive hope of a student in his second week of the course, that with one conversation (over 70 crown fizzy wine) I fast-forwarded the poor sucker to the post course trauma section of the game.
law students, engineers, HR professionals and uni grads all standing around in a 40m2 flat in Prague 5, drinking whatever is closest peu importe, with the stench of potatoes frying in the distance and urine from the over used clogged euro toilet, all willing to earn less than 1000E per month and run around 40+ hours a week, - despite this or FOR this reason exactly. I don’t know sometimes it seems like such a beautiful thing like for the first time in my life I belong to something, even if that may be to a group of people looking to belong… together we can complain about our unresponsive Russian students, our lack of understanding of grammar (as we simultaneously make phrasal verb jokes to feel like ‘real’ teachers), our ever so respectable interest in foreign cultures, our contempt for oxford and the like, the shared nervous giggle to the question ‘what are you gonna do next?’ the freedom tied to that!, the ever present stench of life !!!!! Just don’t choke on it.
oh and don’t forget, every class has at least one overzealous wannabe teacher realistic and aware/willing to settle for the sake of living abroad, a self-proclaimed child lover that reaks of child-loathing. haha