In a crappy mood, for no particular reason really. It's not due to PMS or something like that. I don't know why this sudden irritation came over me. It has been a long and tedious day and I came home to a sink full of dishes and a big, black garbage bag full of dried food in the kitchen. Plastic bags are so ugly, particularly garbage bags.
Then I check my email and I read an offer to teach English classes in technical English at some company located miles from the city. We're talking technical instructions manuals here, at some company in the middle of nowhere.
Even if I did drive I wouldn't do it. I'm so sick at feeling like I have to take these lame job offers. I suppose I'm bitter because I still have to accept offers to tutor.
Well this one offer I did turn down. It would probably pay pretty well but there is no way I am travelling for 45 min to try and teach technical manuals to some factory employees. It'd be the blind leading the blind. And as always with these courses I don't get paid until after the course is finished, something that I am sick of.
For some reason, the smaller language schools here never bother to test student's language levels before placing them in an English class. I hate that. Yeah I get that these small schools are more informal and that their motto is that education should be for everyone regardless of their background and financial status. But that doesn't work with language courses. You can't just pile anyone who's interested in the same course and expect them to learn. I feel like a bitch sometimes these days because my patience is running pretty thin with this stuff. There have been too many times where the schools have formed classes consisting of a wide variety of levels, and then the students get snotty with me when they realize that the other students in the class are way too advanced for them, or vice versa. I take the flack for the schools' incompetence and if they want me to do that they better pay me more money.
One school once surprised me by admitting 13 students to a conversation class, and half the class was advanced and half was low. I wasn't even told of the newly added students. I just showed up to teach the class and they showed up and before you knew it I had 13 people in front of me who expected to learn something. We had to split the group up into two classes naturally. But if that happens again I'm going to go ballistic. I've now created the rule that they are not to add more than 10 students in a class, and if they do they have to find themselves another teacher. Conversation classes are supposed to be smaller, that's just plain logic. How are 13 people going to get a chance to speak much in 2 short hours?
It's bloody well time I grow a backbone and start speaking up. I always think that I don't have a say in anything and that I should just be grateful to get offered work but that's just not true. I have a lot of experience with this now and I do know what I'm talking about and I'm a person and not a machine, and I'm an adult too, not a kid, and I'm going to make it a point to protest if I feel like something is not right. If the result is that they find me difficult, so be it.
Not the biggest problems in the world, but right now I'm crabby and in the mood to vent.
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