What the hell are you starin' at?

Watchin’ the defectives.

One thing I’ve largely been spared is observations over the past few years, and when I did get observed, because I was unaware of the rules of the game, I failed miserably. But it seems that the boss is now having to deal with such matters, and to make it worse, his underboss was also present.

How did the class go? Well, I didn’t get through all my aims, but I let the class grow organically. I’m sure, though, that I’m meant to get through all the aims or get censured for it.

I know we have to get observed, but individual styles never seem to be taken into consideration in spite of being told that we all have our own ways of teaching. That’s bollocks as far as I can tell. We’re all meant to teach in the same way and sing from the same hymn sheet while we’re doing it. Apparently the trick this time was to ask follow-up questions, which I duly did.

I’ll probably get asked how I knew any learning was taking place, but it was a vocabulary class with a dose of internationalism, history, and culture.

Whether that was enough, I don’t know, but I don’t think the class went too badly even if not everything was achieved and the timing went to pot, the real end of the class failing to coincide with the end of the period.