Morning update
Oct. 4th, 2006 08:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassToday's breadcrumb contains some links to maps of Abram's journey. Nice and tame, and not incendiary at all...
So. The interview yesterday went less well than the one on Friday. They think I need more experience, I think they need to pay more and give more guaranteed hours. ($13 / hour when teaching classes, 15-25 hours per week) In the end, no job offer, though I promised to get in touch with them after I'm done the CELTA.
Afterwards, I had my first paid tutoring session of the year. The topic: math 436. On the whole, it was stuff I easily remembered (factoring polynomials). The only thing that threw me was the way my student did long division of polynominals: it was a format I had never seen before. But, my ninja teaching skillz came into play, and I was able to teach her how to do it, even though I'd never technically done it myself. (And this is why I think I can teach English, even if I've never done it before!) All told, it went well.
After that was karate. I spent much of the class last night being thrown to the floor, and throwing my partner to the floor. Because we were doing the movement slowly, I wasn't sure how to fall properly (done fast, you're in the air while you're spinning, instead of being dragged in a circle), and I have a bruise on the side of my knee. Oh well. It was fun anyway.
Onwards to SCA practice -- an officers' meeting. I don't know why I go to these things, since I'm not actually an officer. It must be masochism. I didn't get to introduce the one piece of business I had, because the meeting ran late. On the other hand, I finished up the OTC medallion I'd been embroidering for a while.
At pizza after practice, RJ, Matt, Jason, and I had a heated debate about whether Matt could sell me to RJ as payment for his services as a bodyguard. It was my contention that Matt does not, in fact, own me, and so cannot sell me to anyone. He got a mischevious gleam in his eye at this, and I can only imagine he's up to no good. Then again, this is no change from normal. *grin*
Finally, upon returning home, I found out the answer to the age-old question, "how long do 100 cinnamon-twist cookies last in my house?" The answer: four days. I polished off the last two yesterday night.
And now it is time to do today's stuff, which includes an interview at CELTA, coffee with a Concordia friend, perhaps seeing a professor at Concordia (time permitting), and gaming at Ian's. More updates as they come!
So. The interview yesterday went less well than the one on Friday. They think I need more experience, I think they need to pay more and give more guaranteed hours. ($13 / hour when teaching classes, 15-25 hours per week) In the end, no job offer, though I promised to get in touch with them after I'm done the CELTA.
Afterwards, I had my first paid tutoring session of the year. The topic: math 436. On the whole, it was stuff I easily remembered (factoring polynomials). The only thing that threw me was the way my student did long division of polynominals: it was a format I had never seen before. But, my ninja teaching skillz came into play, and I was able to teach her how to do it, even though I'd never technically done it myself. (And this is why I think I can teach English, even if I've never done it before!) All told, it went well.
After that was karate. I spent much of the class last night being thrown to the floor, and throwing my partner to the floor. Because we were doing the movement slowly, I wasn't sure how to fall properly (done fast, you're in the air while you're spinning, instead of being dragged in a circle), and I have a bruise on the side of my knee. Oh well. It was fun anyway.
Onwards to SCA practice -- an officers' meeting. I don't know why I go to these things, since I'm not actually an officer. It must be masochism. I didn't get to introduce the one piece of business I had, because the meeting ran late. On the other hand, I finished up the OTC medallion I'd been embroidering for a while.
At pizza after practice, RJ, Matt, Jason, and I had a heated debate about whether Matt could sell me to RJ as payment for his services as a bodyguard. It was my contention that Matt does not, in fact, own me, and so cannot sell me to anyone. He got a mischevious gleam in his eye at this, and I can only imagine he's up to no good. Then again, this is no change from normal. *grin*
Finally, upon returning home, I found out the answer to the age-old question, "how long do 100 cinnamon-twist cookies last in my house?" The answer: four days. I polished off the last two yesterday night.
And now it is time to do today's stuff, which includes an interview at CELTA, coffee with a Concordia friend, perhaps seeing a professor at Concordia (time permitting), and gaming at Ian's. More updates as they come!
