'A... Apple. Repeat. I have an apple. Repeat. Do you have an apple? Repeat.' said in a monotone so dull as to suggest that the speaker has lost the will to live and is actually considering impaling herself on one of the metal chopsticks that they use at lunch.
Despite this, and although I'm becoming quietly confident in my teaching ability (Nobody can say the word 'apple' quite like me!), I still consider myself to be a kind of 'pretend teacher'. I'm the Pinocchio of the teaching world, and by that I don't mean that I lie my t*** off to the kids (Although, I did tell one of them that my brother is Frank Lampard and I'll get him tickets for the Arsenal game. Worse still when I later found out he actually plays for Chelsea.) I mean that I've not quite undergone my transformation into a 'real teacher' yet. So, you can imagine my horror when my co-teacher paid me a visit and told me that six of the teachers at my school want me to give them English lessons.... that's six real-life, grown-up, fully -qualified teachers *horror*. The funny thing was she phrased it as a question which implied some kind of choice:
'6 of the teachers at this school want to know if you want to give them english lessons?'
Do I want to give them English lessons? she asks. Well that's a bizarre question.
'Laura, do you want your complete lack of teaching skills to be exposed to a group of much older, more experienced colleagues?'
'Of course not! That sounds like an actual nightmare!' I cried internally, whilst mentally groping for that metal chopstick again. Unfortunately, the words that actually escaped my mouth were 'yeah, yeah, of course I will. I look forward to it.' And so I found myself with the dreadful prospect of a weekly Teacher's class...
So, eager to prove to the other teachers (and myself) that actually I'm not a complete waste of space, I set about designing an adult conversation class which doesn't give me the urge to thrust metal utensils into my internal organs. Desperate to get away from the boring world of the audio clip, I decided to use clips from actual real TV programs. The first topic being 'Appearances', the obvious choice of TV program is of course the BBC's Snog, Marry, Avoid. ;)
If you're not familar with the show, it's a make-UNDER show that promotes natural beauty. First, people elect their friends and family who they think wear too much 'fakery' (fake tan, hair extensions, fake eyelashes, etc) then ask the general public if they would like to 'snog, marry, or avoid' the girl in question. Finally, they are transformed into a 'natural beauty'.
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Korean's and Western people have very different idea's about modesty. |
Her: *Looks up in disgust* It has kind of sexual meaning.
Me: Yeah.
Her: Ok. *Sits at desk, and doesn't lift her head again for the rest of the day.*
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Some of the contestants of Snog, Marry, Avoid. |
In the light of all this, I didn't think they would really appreciate the g-string wearing, boob-groping, knicker flashing girls who are the sort to generally appear on Snog, Marry, Avoid. So I decided to watch and edit some of the episodes to include only the girls that wouldn't shock my co-workers into an early grave.
I make myself a coffee and settle into my chair to watch the first episode and just as the opening credits begin who should decide to pay an inpromptu visit to my class room but my two coteachers.
Coteacher: What are you doing?
Me: Oh, just preparing some video clips for my Teacher's class. Never mind. I'll finish later.
Coteacher: Oooh, noo. I'm very interested. Let's watch it together.
Me (Internally): I want to die.
Me (Externally): Of course!
First girl, I think isn't too bad, wearing a pink basque and black hotpants. I'm mentally thanking the lord that this girl is wearing something more than a g-string and heart shaped nipple tassles, but wait... cue horrified facial expressions and rapid Korean dialogue. This goes on for a while and then my coteacher turns to me and says:
Coteacher: errmmmm... In Korea, this girl is a whore...
Me (internally): Yep.
Me (externally): I think England is a little less conservative than Korea...
*Just as I say this the girl on screen starts fondling her huge, size F breasts*
Me (internally): NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Look away! Shield your tender Korean eyes!!
Coteacher: erm... I have some class to prepare *almost knocks her coffee over in her haste to get to the door*
On the upside, this horrible incident proved to be worth while when I used the (thoroughly, thoroughly edited) clips in my class, which the teachers proclaimed to be 'very good, and very interesting' :D :D :D
I might not be an absolute failure afterall.