One of my personal goals this year was that I wanted to try
to “roll with the punches” of my job/work environment. Why? Well, with some reflection I realized
that in almost all of my previous jobs, I spent a lot of time focused on what goes wrong and how I think things would work better. It's true that some of my former places of employment did need a lot of improvement (such as South Shore...which closed down before the summer even ended). That’s not to
say that I haven’t liked things about those jobs, but it just seemed that I
spent more time focused on the negative than the positive. So I thought ‘This year let’s try something new…’
Well.. I tried...but I'm freely admitting there's one thing that I am really struggling to take a positive spin on.
But I will get to that in a second. First, I want to talk about how great
things are! I’m enjoying being at
school more than I ever imagined I would, despite feeling like I’m living the
life of an old woman when the thought of staying up until 11pm on a weekday
makes me want to cry. The kids are
great and I’m shocked to admit that my favorite class is the equivalent to a 6th
or 7th grade class in the US (*GASP* after I’ve practically sworn on
my life that if I were ever a teacher the middle school classroom would be my
living nightmare).
This week I was given my SEVENTH revised schedule, but I think the 7th
time’s the charm; hopefully there won’t be any more changes. I can't keep them straight anymore and I've grabbed the wrong schedule at least three times when I head out of my apartment and end up going to all the wrong classes! I’m working with 3 of the 4 high school
grades (basically ages 12 – 17) and then 3, 4, and 5 year olds, with one or two
primary classes thrown in the middle.
It’s kind of funny having to switch from high school students to
preschool, but then I realized that a 17 yr old’s brain isn’t that much different
from the 3 year old’s…
So the kids are great, the other auxiliaries and I are
getting along splendidly, and I like the teachers I’m paired with…what could I
possibly have to complain about?
Two main things: Interruptions and Nuns. Or... maybe it can be consolidated into one – a nun who interrupts a lot.
Let’s clear something up though: Interrupting ain’t no thang
here. What I mean is that it’s as
normal as the morning announcements or recess or socializing in the hallway
before school starts (all things I associate with my US school
experience).
Students from other
classes will interrupt a different class just to ask someone in the room for a
ruler or a pencil. I mean they
literally open the door while the teacher is in the middle of the lesson and
say “Perdon!…Does anyone have a ruler??”
Other teachers interrupt for any number of reasons: to ask a student a
question, to give a book back to someone, to ask the teacher they are
interrupting a question, etc., etc.
And yes, they do knock. However, a knock in this case doesn’t mean “Can
I come in?” it means “I’M COMING IN!!” Oh, but they are always courteous enough to say “Perdon” when they interrupt. They are really sorry and haven’t realized that they would be such a
disturbance, so the fact that they have said ‘excuse me’ makes it all just
dandy.
Now the Nun, well she is actually the headmistress of the school. And being the headmistress AND a nun I
guess gives her the right to interrupt and do whatever she pleases. Two weeks ago she interrupted a class I
was in with 10 minutes left to make the students clean up papers off the floor
and take signs off from the wall that they had made for their class elections
because it was the “parents’ meeting” that evening. God forbid parents see that anything fun might be happening in these classrooms! Then last week she interrupted a class I have in the most
awkward classroom in the history of classrooms (it doubles as a short cut to
the teachers’ lounge and a classroom, so when the doors are shut that means you
cannot walk through because there is class going on, but when they are open
then it is basically an extra wide hallway. I don’t think I even have to say at
this point that the door being shut doesn’t stop anyone from continuing to use
it as a hallway). She came in with
a man who looked like a sales person of some kind, said “Perdona” and then went
to the back of the room and began to open cabinets and closets and talk to the
man about whatever it was they so urgently needed to discuss while 8 year olds
were attempting to have English class.
She also interrupted one of the other assistants and I the other day
when we were talking during our break in the teachers' lounge. She stared at us
while we talked and then just suddenly said “No te entiendo!!” [I don’t
understand you!] in a tone that suggested we should have been speaking in
Spanish. It was a pretty confusing
situation considering that 1) we weren’t having a conversation with her and 2)
we are ENGLISH LANGUAGE ASSISTANTS, hired by the school and paid for by the
parents to SPEAK AND TEACH IN ENGLISH!
So anyway, that’s that. We will see how long I last but my patience is already paper thin
at this point and I will soon be slamming doors in people’s faces when they try
to interrupt me, whether they be nuns or not.
School Stories
I’ve already shared a few anecdotes on my facebook, but for those
who don’t check their Facebook or don’t have one or just missed out completely
(and also so that in 5 years I can look back and laugh), I’d like to share them
here as well.
Working in the Pre-K one day, a 4-year-old boy would not
put his shoe back on. So, the teacher took his shoe and put it in the garbage
(yeah I don’t know why either, must be a Spanish thing?). He said to her “If you throw my shoe
away, my grandma’s going to hit you!”
After school, I saw Stevie, a 3-year-old going on 30. I
was teasing him a little bit when he turned his back, walked away without a
word and stood behind his older brother. He looked at me and said “No tengo tiempo
para tus tonterías”[I don’t have time for your foolishness].
The middle school girls are obsessed with Justin Bieber
and Robert Pattinson. I was not surprised, obviously. But they get quite
offended when they ask me what to them I’m sure is the most important question
in the world: “What kind of music do you like?… JUSTIN BIEBER???” and I have to
bring their world crashing down around them when I answer no. Or an even sillier question: “Justin
Bieber or Brad Pitt?” The fact that I even have to answer that is an insult to
the beauty of the male form. Ah,
but then I remind myself:
This generation’s Bieber is my Timberlake, their Pattinson my DiCaprio.
Yesterday I gave
awesome nicknames to 2 boys in my 7th grade class who are both named
Nacho (short for Ignacio): Nacho Cheese and Guacamole. Needless to say, they’ve caught on
pretty well.
Today a different 7th
grader from the other section presented me with a bracelet he made for me out
of soda can tabs and blue ribbon.
Not to be outdone, another boy said that now he has a great idea for a
gift for me on my birthday. Yes!
Shower me with gifts, young ones.
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