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The end of a long week and the start of America
This past week I have been at teacher training. It reminded me why I don't want to teach anymore : standing up infront of people, following structures, faking smiles, doing the same thing everyday, having to focus on image etc. For a week we planned lessons, learnt the lesson structure, did presentations, and practiced lessons with real students. It was the most gruelling week of my life. This sounds like an overstatement, or an indication of the ease of my life up until now, but everyone agrees that it is like a boot camp. Crossing legs wasn't permitted; you had to look attentive at all times, with positive body language; no chewing gum; no drinks during working hours; you couldn't take your jacket off even if it got too hot. From day one I treated it like a Zen retreat. By day 2 I'd had enough. But I battled through, and thanks to the great people I met there, made it to the end. They were mostly Americans. From California, Texas, New Jersey, Indiana...places I've only seen in David Lynch films or Donnie Darko, Fargo or the tv series, Eerie Indiana. It was cool to put a face to those places. I really want to go and see all those places now. After the last day of training, everyone went to Karaoke and sung their hearts out. Throughout the week they'd called me P funk, because I am just about as un-rap like as you can get, being British and polite, and then they all encouraged me to sing 50 Cent, In Da Club, which incidently is an ironic fave of mine. It was great fun - "Come give me a hug, if ya inta getting rubbed..."Anyway, we carried on till 5 in the morning and then took the first train back this morning...
Now I'm watching Punch Drunk Love for the second time...he he
posted by PA on Saturday, November 13, 2004
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