Tuesday, October 4, 2011



I arrived in to work yesterday and instead of the quick two hours of placement testing I was expecting, I had to  sub for another teacher, with a class of 16 Italian teenagers. Usually I heart Italian students, they're pretty, they're kind, they are willing to take on whatever silly grammar game you're giving them with a light heart and an 'Alora'.

But my god. This group of kids, they're the rudest, most uncooperative, unmotivated bunch of foreign students I've ever taught. Pah.

There's another group coming tomorrow, I hope to god it's not the same thing. It's a bit of a worry, as Italy is giving them grants if they do the Trinity speaking exam - so they're here on a free holiday without any actual interest in the lessons or outcome of the exam. Leads to... frazzled teachers. I was honestly dreading going to class today, and the actual experience bore out my dread. I swear, I came out of class today stressed and ... well, there's no other word for it. Affronted. Yes. Affronted. Bastards had me clutching my pearls.

Ohhh, to sleep. For a long, long time. 


catherine said...

I repeat my four word mantra of the moment....'keep doing the lotto'...its the only way out of this work lark..there s a 14,000,000 to 1 chance ;)

Jo said...

A greater chance of being struck by lightning! Apparently.

Farmers seem to have an overshare of both unlikelinesses, don't they? Meheh.

Dammit, I meant to do it yesterday, totally forgot.