I started writing a post on Tuesday and never finished it. It's probably just as well though, because I'm about to tell you the exact opposite of what I wrote a mere 2 days ago.
On Tuesday, I was thinking to myself, "Ok Rachael, it's time to find yourself some hobbies." Having a four-day weekend every week is BEAUTIFUL. But, unless you have ways to fill that time, it can be a little boring. I was thinking about ways that I could productively spend that time, when, all of the sudden, life seemed to answer that question for me.
On Tuesday alone I picked up 2 new private lessons, bringing the grand total to 5.
Today, I got another call. A 6th lesson is pending. (Though I told her, if my schedule doesn't work with hers, I have other friends looking to give lessons as well.)
Now my schedule seems plenty full.
This side business that I have going will supplement my meager income nicely. It will buy my groceries and allow me to support my "tapas and tintos" lifestyle. It will pay for weekend trips. It will be great.
But, I forgot to mention one thing. I'm not a teacher. I don't know where to start.
I am currently employed for the simple fact that I speak English. But I don't know theories and approaches to teaching, or how to build a useful classroom activity. And I'm not good at making sample sentences.
I still haven't done too much in the classroom yet-- just what the teachers give me to read or pronounce for the class. But I am beginning to feel comfortable enough to start planning my own activities. We'll see how that goes. I suppose I'm just going to have to dive in... pretend like I know what I'm doing. And hopefully, sooner or later I'll start to feel like it. Isn't that a psychological principle?
That being said, the lessons that I currently have are going well. It's just the fact that I don't feel comfortable calling myself a teacher yet. And yeah, I feel a little awkward asking for money.
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