It's exam time so a number of students are busy preparing and a few classes are coming to an end (one student, whose mother appears to be the driving force behind her, is doing the US SAT and the TOEFL exams in the next couple of weeks).

So my hours are going down a little. The director called me into here office last week and said she had a new class for me to try, because she had no other teachers. This is not a good beginning, a class because there's no one else?

Seven year olds.

A class of four seven year olds.

"It fun teaching them," The director said. "You'll enjoy it."

We should always try new things, so I nodded and said I'd give it a go but that she shouldn't expect great things."Don't you like children?" She asked. "It's not that," I said, "I just have nothing in common with them." "You just need to have a sense of humour." "I do. It's a very English one, based on sarcasm and wordplay..."

There are good books and CDs and all sorts to use but I thought it was terrible, we had singing along in English, we had me trying to explain what was about to happen in bad spanish and them not understanding. It's not my best kind of teaching.

The director said the kids told their mothers I was majissimo (very nice) and I said I wouldn't be teaching them any more (because it's my choice). She nodded and then said she needed me to do it again this week, just one more time.
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