I'm bricking it; I am so not looking forward to 20m from now, when the podiatrist will start hacking my feet about; but terror seems to have done wonders for my quordling...
So I teach English as a foreign language online. I've recently got a bunch more clients (good) but the increased numbers have made me very busy of late (bad). I've got cohorts in Taiwan and Central & South America now, so I'm busy morning and night, eases off a bit in the afternoons. I'm getting more control over timetabling my lessons next week so hopefully I can get things more manageable soon.
That said, sometimes it doesn't feel like work. When the students reach level 10 I can run conversation groups alongside normal lessons, which is how I found myself explaining the rules of cricket for 2 hours to a group of Mexican strip-miners. They also lost their shit when they found out I was from Manchester, not because of football, but because of Morrissey. I had no idea he was so popular in Mexico, all 6 of the lads professed to be fans. I've been tasked to take a selfie by the Salford Lad's Club sign by next week, and they've got to play a game of cricket. Good fun
Post by RollingEscargot on Oct 11, 2022 9:04:18 GMT
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I'm in Madeira. I've already seen 2 gold statues of Cristiano Ronaldo. The taxi driver from the airport gave me a long lecture on why Portuguese football is shite and how he once had that Steve Archibald in the back of his cab.
So I teach English as a foreign language online. I've recently got a bunch more clients (good) but the increased numbers have made me very busy of late (bad). I've got cohorts in Taiwan and Central & South America now, so I'm busy morning and night, eases off a bit in the afternoons. I'm getting more control over timetabling my lessons next week so hopefully I can get things more manageable soon.
That said, sometimes it doesn't feel like work. When the students reach level 10 I can run conversation groups alongside normal lessons, which is how I found myself explaining the rules of cricket for 2 hours to a group of Mexican strip-miners. They also lost their shit when they found out I was from Manchester, not because of football, but because of Morrissey. I had no idea he was so popular in Mexico, all 6 of the lads professed to be fans. I've been tasked to take a selfie by the Salford Lad's Club sign by next week, and they've got to play a game of cricket. Good fun
I'm in Madeira. I've already seen 2 gold statues of Cristiano Ronaldo. The taxi driver from the airport gave me a long lecture on why Portuguese football is shite and how he once had that Steve Archibald in the back of his cab.
