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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Week ending.....

I've completed the first week of my teaching career without mishap. My wife admits she was amazed that I'm still smiling, having been afraid that after a couple of days I'd be sure I'd made a dreadful mistake. As she's acting Head of Creative Industries and hence my boss, on paper at least, I'm not sure how to react to that......

My students cover a vast range of ages and abilities, and include a dozen or so whose first language isn't English, plus one deaf guy with a sign language interpreter. I don't think any of them hate me yet. After several rounds of timetable revisions, I've ended up teaching courses on team working, internet safety, and general introductions to Microsoft Office and the internet. I know I tend to wave my hands around when explaining things (unless I remember to stick them in my pockets), and one student reckoned I should grow my hair so I could look more like the Doc in Back To The Future (flattered though my inner geek was by the comparison, I pointed out that if I could grow my hair then building a time machine would be trivial). Still, I've had class discussions on different approaches to distinguishing data and information, and on why porn sites might be especially popular ways to spread viruses. I've played Charades and had an ex-boxer miming Snakes On A Plane, while another class betrayed its comparative youth by guessing "film", "two words",second word "cowboy", first word "twelve o'clock" and still not getting the answer.

Still, I needn't have worried that it would be like Sidney Poitier in To Sir With Love: thus far nobody appears to have developed a crush on me, nor have I had to deal with used sanitary pads being burned in my classroom. (For that matter, I'm not black.)

I know I have seventeen more weeks to do before the end of the semester. I know my challenges are only just beginning. But the first week was always going to be the hardest, not just because I'm blowing the dust on nine months' unemployment off myself, but because of the change of career direction. The worst is over, and I survived it. Or as Shania Twain said, "Up, up, up, can only go up from here".


At 30 January, 2013 20:41, Blogger JoeinVegas said...

Noon Cowboy? Not familiar with that one.


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