I just received a very negative review from one of my former bosses (at Vanier), sent to a woman at the Learning Centre, where I'd applied for a full-time position.

I actually wrote up a whole angry LJ post about it, full of righteous indignation.

Then I went back to the next email in my inbox and realized it was from the same guy, apologizing for getting his wires crossed. He had actually been talking about someone else, but Outlook automatically finished "Judy" as "Julie" and it got sent to me instead. In fact, his review of me was quite positive, and he even offered me an evening class over the summer. (I had to decline due to scheduling, but it's the thought that counts.)

Ah well, there's a waste of a good "mad." Move along, nothing to see here.
I just finished typing up a batch of student evaluations for my ESL classes -- about 11 students overall. Understand that I need to do these in order to get paid; there's no getting out of it. The stress comes when you realize that not only will my company (ELAM) be getting these evaluations, but so will the HR department of my students' company. What I say may be used by HR for future purposes. This oddly places a great deal of pressure on me to get it "right." It's all the harder when you realize I don't normally take a lot of time during class to do individual evaluations, but sort-of take the class as a whole. Sure, I have a sense of who my strong and weak students are, but compared to some other classes I've taught, I just don't feel I'm qualified to write a detailed evaluation for each student.

I did it. But I didn't like doing it. I suddenly understand the moods my mom gets into whenever she needs to write report cards.
I've got to teach a class in an hour and a half. It's the second-to-last class of semester, and we're pretty much doing a review of the course. (The last class will be a party.) Unlike my other courses, where the textbooks contain built-in review units, I pretty much had to come up with something myself for this one. And, what with my hand being hurt yesterday, I didn't really think about it much.

So today I sat down and said, "I've got all these grammar topics I want to review, but I don't want to stand up in front of the class for an hour to do it; that'll be boring for the students and for me."

But I have just struck upon a very sneaky idea, if-I-do-say-so-myself: I'm going to get the students to teach the class. I'll assign each student a grammar topic we've studied over the semester, give them a few minutes to prep, and then have each of them present their topic for 3-5 minutes. It's especially sneaky because people learn best by teaching, so this'll actually drill at least that topic into their head all the more.

Sometimes, I can be sneaky. Go me.
It occurs to me that I'm now at the half-way mark of pretty much all my contracts. I still stress a bit about lesson planning, but we've solidly moved into the main chunk of the course and things are settling down. Thankfully, none of these are for-credit courses, so I don't need to prepare any midterms, and my students won't be stressing about final exams. It's just routine for another month or so, until the contracts wrap up.

Shiva has also wound down for me. I spent a great deal of time at the shiva house since Sunday, but I don't think I'll be back. The official last day is tomorrow, and I'll be out of the house from 11:30 am (possibly earlier) until very late at night. I've got a busy day planned tomorrow:
Stuff I'm doing tomorrow, cut because I'm fairly sure it'll be unimportant to most of my readers )
So... yeah. Not much on the "free time" front tomorrow. But it'll be good to feel like I've got stuff to do, and it'll definitely feel good to be back at karate again.

Now, to grab a soup before my class starts in 45 minutes. Thank god I brought a book.
Screw it. I'm subjecting myself to too much stress. My mom gave me some very good advice: stop. She originally suggested ending all my contracts, but I don't need to do that. I just need to end one: my Tuesday-Thursday elementary class. My students are wonderful, but I absolutely hate that class: I hate teaching students at that elementary level; the textbook is horrific; I feel uncomfortable with the subject matter. Every time I think about that class, I tense up.

So here's the resolution: I'm giving my 2 weeks' notice for that class tomorrow. I don't care about losing the income: $60 a week is not worth my mental and physical health. Freeing up Tuesday and Thursday early afternoons will allow me to go to karate, potentially go back to SCA practice, and most importantly end some of the stress overload I've been feeling.

In the meantime, I think I'm going to commit at least one semester (starting January 2008) to doing the pre-requisites for accounting. If I hate it, I can always stop. But it'll give me a direction beyond "dragging myself kicking and screaming coasting through ESL teaching." A direction will be useful right now. And who knows, I may actually like it. And, at least while I'm doing the pre-reqs, I'll only have classes two days a week (yes, I already investigated this), which means I can work a few hours on the other days, if necessary. Five hours a week at Dawson or one course at Vanier will be enough to cover living expenses.

I refuse to say that I wasted the last year and a half. I've clocked 230 teaching hours and counting, plus 55 hours as a writing tutor at Dawson. I know so much more about the English language now than I did at this time last year (point of comparison: October 16, 2006 was my first day on the CELTA). I know more about teaching. And I know that, while I love to teach and pass on information, I will probably never be happy teaching in a conventional classroom, where I need to plan lessons, grade students, and hope that my material fills up the alloted time.

So that's where my head's at tonight.
I'm reading through my ESL textbook to prepare for my class tomorrow. I'd say it's the most boring book ever, except that I have to compare it to the one I used this morning. As is, it's a toss-up.

Gah! My brain wants to melt!
Today I'm being observed by a senior teacher from our school. I'm sure I'll do okay, but I'm a bit nervous regardless. I mean, I've wanted someone to observe my teaching for a while to give me tips, but it's still disconcerting to know that someone's looking over your metaphorical shoulder taking notes on your performance for an hour and a half.

Also, I've been thinking more about the whole accounting thing, and I have yet to make up my mind on whether I want to persue it. Tomorrow night there's a meeting at YES (Youth Employment Services) that's pretty much an "introduction to finance and accounting careers," which I will be attending. I figure that I'll go to that, speak to a few people who have offered to help (Liz and Owen, I haven't forgotten you, I promise!), and decide after that. I must keep reminding myself that I have more options than 1) do 5 years of accounting to get my professional designation, and 2) don't do it at all. As always, my brain ignores the middle ground of "start, and stop if it really doesn't interest you."

Ah well. At least I slept last night. Now, time to get dressed and head out.
...and it should not be underestimated what a good night of sleep will do for one's sanity. Truly. My worldview is up several dozen points over yesterday's, merely because I slept through the whole night last night.

On the other hand, I'm now about to go upstairs and pull teeth for an hour and a half. I'm back with the elementary-level class, and I'm still not used to working with people who can't laugh at my jokes (through no fault of their own, of course). Wish me luck.
Just had my first session with a class today. About halfway through, I was seriously considering telling my boss that I can't do it. The main issue is that they're much lower level than I'm used to. I'm used to making jokes, speaking fast, and generally entertaining my students, who are usually at least intermediate level. These guys are all very beginner, and I found myself repeating or rephrasing things a lot so that I was understood. I'm not sure I can actually do 20 classes of this.

Also, Wednesday I'm being observed by one of the senior teachers of my school. (Not Vanier, the private ESL school.) Though this is actually something I've wanted for a long time (ie: someone to give me some objective feedback), I'm still somewhat nervous about it. It'll go fine, I'm sure, but... yeah, nervous.

Right. Time to eat something and then do actual Productive Stuff (tm).

New plan

Sep. 18th, 2007 11:56 pm
In terms of the course I've been agonizing over for the last day or so:

I know I work best if I have a textbook. I know there are textbooks in my boss's office, and he's offered to let me use them for individual classes. Obvious answer: use the textbooks as a base, and see if I can get them for every class. So obvious, so scarlet-letter-hiding-in-plain-sight. Students having textbooks = less photocopying = less time needed to plan lesson = happier Julie.

Yay for potential solutions. Now I've just got to wait for word from my boss that it's okay. Hopefully he gives me said word by tomorrow morning.
So, I just received yet another contract confirmation. My schedule for the semester now looks like this:

LJ cuts make friends' pages happy )

In other words, 13 teaching hours (including Dawson) plus probably at least 8-10 prep hours, plus travel time, plus maybe a Friday morning class for me. Eep! I'm sure I'll be fine once I get into the swing of things, but for right now, I'm kind-of flustered. Oddly, I think I'd have an easier go of things if it wasn't for the night class at Vanier twice a week. For some reason, it just throws a kink into my schedule. (Though it does pay very well.) It's also the hardest class to plan for, because I have no textbook and need to take into account the desires of 10+ students. Feh.

In terms of classes, my class yesterday afternoon went quite well, though thank goodness I'd prepared some of the actual textbook to present. I'd planned on doing 60 minutes of introductions, etc. and maybe 30 minutes from the book. Instead, the introductions were over after 35 minutes, and I spent an hour on the textbook. But it worked, in the end, and I felt quite good when it was done.

The evening class, not so much. I knew going into it that I wasn't really prepared, and I don't think things went particularly well. They didn't go poorly, per se, but they didn't go well. Eliciting answers was like pulling teeth; the example of writing I'd chosen didn't go over well; and I had a fair amount of dead time towards the end of class as I helped people peer-edit while other people had already finished. It was not an encouraging first class for me. Hopefully I'll become more adept as I figure out what textbook to use and settle into the semester, otherwise it'll be a long, long ten weeks, especially knowing that this class is cutting into other things I would rather be doing. Ah well.

Right. That's it for now. Time to get ready for Dawson. How many students will I have today? Only time will tell! My bet is 2.
Just back from the interview at Vanier's language school (a separate institution within the college). I had two interviewers, the head of the language school and the head of the learning centre. Suffice to say, it went very, very well. They told me so, point blank: "You're the first person we've interviewed all week where we haven't been holding our heads in our hands. You nailed every question. You've really got a sense of your teaching method, and it perfectly matches ours."

So they offered me work.

Specifically, they offered me two evening courses, of which I took one: an advanced written communication course. It's twice a week, two hours each, for nearly twice my already-respectable hourly wage. I start Monday. This effectively doubles the amount of money I'll be making this semester, which makes me happy indeed.

My only concern is that this cuts into two social things that I do in the evenings, which will need to be shifted or rescheduled, but this can be arranged, I think.

Anyway... yay for more employment!

Woot!

Sep. 13th, 2007 10:16 am
So the big news is, of course, that Marc is back in town. Yay Marc being back in town! He's at synagogue right now, which is why I have some time to use the internet and get a bit of work done.

Speaking of work, I've got an interview on Friday at Vanier's language school. There are three classes for which they need teachers: one is a Friday afternoon class for business students (it starts this Friday, ie: three hours after my interview); one is a Tuesday / Thursday evening class (6-8) for beginning oral communication; and one is a Monday / Wednesday evening class (6-8) for advanced written communication. They're all one-semester classes, so this still doesn't get me past December, but it's a start. Fingers crossed and we'll see what happens.

Speaking of "what happens," I've got a meeting booked with the registrar's office at Concordia to see what's involved in my going back to school in a, how to say, more lucrative field. I used my sneaky computer skillz (tm) to find my interviewer's email address and sent her my questions beforehand, because otherwise I doubt she'll be able to find the answers to all of them in 20 minutes. I'm in a somewhat unusual situation I'm sure she doesn't have to deal with often. ("Hi! I've already got an M.A. but only half the pre-requisites for the program, and those are seven years old and I don't remember any of it. So, can I take less courses, finish faster, and do the co-op while I'm doing it?" - I bet that doesn't come up very often.)

Now to make the bed, write Daily Breadcrumbs, go to the library, call one of my bosses (yes, it looks like I'm working for at least two companies this semester, possibly as many as four), and generally Get Stuff Done (tm) before Marc gets back from synagogue. Bye!
I've got an interview on Friday with the head of Vanier's language school, for a twice-a-week evening class (4 hours total), starting next week and going to late November.

If it works out, the timing may be a bit tricky on Tuesdays (I'd finish at Dawson at 5 pm and start at Vanier at 6), but the money would be very good -- nearly twice what I'm making now on my currently ESL contracts (which is none too shabby).

Fingers crossed. I'm not going to think about it right now, as I've got to go get ready for my first shift at Dawson.

In relation to none of the above, Marc comes home in less than 24 hours. Just thought I'd mention.
Is it wrong that I can look at a posting on Craigslist, and even without seeing the company name know what company it is?

(Incidentally, they're asking for teachers with at least a year of ESL experience, particularly corporate ESL experience. Note to the company: anyone who's worked for a year doing corporate ESL in Montreal is already making more than $16 an hour and will not be tempted by a 20% pay-cut to work for you. Just a thought.)
(Wow... has it really been 3 days since I last posted anything? I think that's the longest I've ever gone, with the exception of Pennsic. I guess that means my life's been pretty slow, huh?)

So. It looks like I'll finally have some employment within a few weeks. I'll be teaching for a new company, ELAM. They're a private ESL company, much like ILSC, but they're geared exclusively towards corporate teaching. The pay is comparable to ILSC's corporate division (where I've been teaching since November), but there are a number of advantages: all my students get the textbook (no massive photocopy campaigns), I get the teachers' manual, the textbooks are all geared towards business situations, etc. In other words, there's a lot more resources I can take advantage of. I'm already booked for a 10-week Monday/Wednesday lunchtime contract, and I'm just waiting for confirmation on a Tuesday/Thursday one as well.

In terms of Dawson, they still don't know how many hours they can give me, though they're hoping it'll be more than last semester, maybe as much as 10. Though I'd wanted to give them first priority, I couldn't afford to put off contacting ELAM any more, so I simply told Dawson I wouldn't be available at lunchtimes. It should still be workable, I think. They want me to work for them, I want to work for them... it'll work out. (Pardon the pun.)

Anyway, now to get back to pruning my filing cabinet. Fun, fun, fun.
My body hurts. True, it's the good hurt, the hurt that says "you've been working me out and making me hot and sweaty," but it still hurts. Karate last night, while not the hardest class I've ever done, was definitely harder than the two classes last week. I'm glad I had those two to ease me into it again. Because I'll tell ya, my arms and legs are not teh happy this morning.

This morning, I've got a meeting with someone who will hopefully be a new boss. We had an interview 'way back last November, at which we agreed that I'd come teach for her language school, but afterwards nothing came of it. I called her back a few weeks ago, and she still is interested in my teaching for her, so I'm going to meet with her again today. There's also a meet-and-greet Friday morning ("muffins and mimosa") which I will be attending. Now if I can only get Dawson to give me some confirmed hours, we'll be in business.

Otherwise, the BBQ at Hooper's place last night was lots of fun. Many thanks for letting me steal your meat, corn, and cake. Mightily tasty. Also, I discovered that Hooper's sister also went to Pennsic, and was actually staying with a camp I know. We have tentative plans for next year to meet up and explore together. (Yes, this is what Pennsic does to people: we're already making plans for an event that won't take place until next August.)

So that's it for now. TTFN!
So I'm here at the school, having taught for two hours this morning and led an hour-long walking tour this afternoon. Factor in that my voice was still not really recovered from the lingering bout of Yucky Sickness (tm) that seems to be clinging to my throat with the ferocity of a rabid monkey, and you can understand that I'm not feeling 100%. On the other hand, I made about $60 doing it, which I suppose is worth some discomfort.

In other news, we started up Ian's new game yesterday. It was a Surprise System game for the main character (Sam) until the last bit of the session, in which he finally figured out what we're playing. I had fun, though I'm not sure I played my character quite right. It'll take a session or two for me to get into the mentality.

Now, I'm off to the hospital to see Ian's mom. I've got more stuff to do for her. I never thought I'd be so happy that a) I've got a laptop, and b) I type so bloody fast. God, like any good GM, finds a use for all skills in time. I don't really like hospitals, but that's another post for another day.

Final note: Tonight I intend to get my first full night of sleep in about two weeks. Anyone who calls me tomorrow before 10 am shall be flogged. Consider yourselves warned.
So. I'm in the family visiting room of the pallative care area of the Jewish General Hospital. Until about 10 minutes ago, I was with Ian's mom (who was dozing off), but I decided to give her and her husband a few moments alone, which they apparently haven't had all day. Despite being in a hospital, a place I usually loathe and avoid with every fibre of my being (even just as a visitor), it's been a remarkably relaxing hour. The nurse is very friendly, and it's mostly just been me and the semi-waking Mrs. G. I'll probably stay an hour or so more, maybe longer if Mrs. G has the energy to dictate some letters to me.

On my own "sick" front, I seem unable to shake the lingering sore throat. I blame this on the dry places I've been spending my time lately: hospital, classrooms, etc. The lack of sleep can't be helping. I've been considering Drew's party tonight, but I've got to wake up early tomorrow and sleep just might win out. Only time will tell.

Other news: class went well today, I think. I'm booked for another 3 hours on Monday, to help with a huge influx of students who will be arriving for the session that starts next week. I've done this sort of help (ie: "mock class" and walking tour) twice before, and I feel confident I can actually accomplish it. Yay for confidence.

This weekend and the next few weeks will be busy, despite lack of work. I've got to prep for Pennsic, do some job hunting, help out with Ian's family, prepare some SCA stuff in which I've fallen behind, and I'm sure there are other things I'm forgetting.

I had a bit of creative thought today, and got about 2 paragraphs into a new story before Ian's mom woke up and I put the project on hold. Hopefully there will be more tonight.

Okay, I know this wasn't particularly interesting. Just a brain dump to get stuff out of my brain and onto the mostly harmless Interwebs. I now return you to your regularly scheduled LJ.
Today's class didn't go well... again. I've only taught them 5 days, and at least two or three of them have gone, if not hideously badly, then much worse than I'd like.

This got me thinking: I know I'm a good teacher. People tell me routinely that I'm a good teacher. So why is this particular class so damned hard for me to teach?

And then it hit me: I'm very good at teaching content, and that's simply not what this class is about. This class isn't about content, but communication. Oh, sure, we have to have content (so far we've talked about crime, sports, medicine, food, and families), but it's all a means to an end, the end being to communicate better. And teaching someone how to communicate better is profoundly different from teaching them some sort of content.

When you teach with the goal of having someone understand the content of what you're teaching (whether that be persona research, math, computers, karate, or history), the approach is surprisingly similar. You present the content in a way that is clear and concise, then you check for understanding, then you repeat from step one until the content is understood. Over the years, I have become very good at these two steps.

Teaching for communication is different. For one thing, it shouldn't be centered on you, but on the students. For another, it's not a matter of presenting content, but of facilitating communication. The goal isn't, "students will understand how to solve quadradic equations," or "students will know how feudal societies were structured," but rather, "students will communicate more effectively." I've been approaching things from a content-based standpoint (show them how to use a certain verb tense, or a certain set of vocabulary), which is important but not the main goal. Hence my problem.

That said, it's good to know. It actually explains a whole lot of things for me, most importantly why I've been so uncomfortable teaching this particular ESL class. It might not help me for the next two days, and it's certainly not an excuse not to try to do better, but at least it explains why things are as they are. And it also reminds me that I can still be a good teacher, while not necessarily teaching this class very well. It's just a different realm from what I'm used to.

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