one Year of Teaching


FRENCH TEACHER

I loved teaching French through its cuisine, music and movies... I taught 5th graders how to flip their crêpe... 2 students burned their wrists, of course, because they were afraid. 
I brought baguettes, butter, cheese and saucisson for an impromptu degustation...

The best times: 

We watched old French teaching DVDs from the 80s, following children in their home and their neighbourhood with their friends; and the children were making fun of the clothes and cars.

We listened to children French songs on my iPod played on a great JBL speaker...

Rehearsals for the French songs all the different classes were to perform for the school recitals at Christmas and the end of the school year have been hilarious moments...

Teacher-Parent conferences were real nightmares... I had to mention to the parents the progress and potentials of their offspring in front of the child... hide their shortcomings so they would not get yelled at at home... 

Noticing the children's shortcomings played out by their parents taught me a lesson in humility, and made me understand that silence is golden.

One week into the second year signed up for I lost my voice... it just went after one stressful management conference. Couldn't stand the corporate power play and the mini government display...

That was the end of my teaching trial



 

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