by eddie blake » Thu Dec 15, 2016 10:11 am
Alright, I was able to rustle up some anecdotes for you. A few years old, mind.
Astonishing...You buy a couple .50 beers for a mouth-breathing tefl-jockey and you'd be surprised what you learn. He'll tell you if he wears women's underwear and precisely which gsm princess gave him scabies but that's another tale for another day...
What follows is entirely scuttlebutt
The school is owned by two bat shit crazy sisters who constantly contradict and undermine each other and run ragged over the staff like a couple of pms'ing cheerleaders.
A prior head-mistress, upon submitting her resignation, was threatened with having her visa voided if she were to disparage the school in any way shape or form.
Apparently staff are not allowed to leave the school premises during the work day. Staff are required to put their motos in a caged area which is then locked and guarded.
One wistful mid-hot season afternoon crack-head Wendy's long suffering beau made an attempt to leave for the lunch hour and when he got rather insistent about it, had a gun pulled on him by security for his trouble.
All breaks/lunch hours are spent with your students.
According to a set schedule you are to arrive to work an hour early in order to stand line-abreast with your fellow conscripts and greet each student as they arrive in the morning. The same to be performed at the end of the school day.
Then apparently there is all manner of silly and incongruent paperwork, record keeping, and general busy work required on top of the standard lesson planning to be accomplished in a cramped hovel of a teachers room.
There were more insightful tales but I found them rather salacious and simply not believable. Also it was getting late being around 9:43 pm and having been waiting for joon since 6:45pm, I was getting restless and cranky having parked my ass on one of Larry's disagreeable bar stools for the better part of 3 hours. Still making his staffing selections from a herd of disdainful, smarmy past-their-prime grey girls I see.
I can't confirm any of the above but do have a looks-see and report back.
Alright, I was able to rustle up some anecdotes for you. A few years old, mind.
Astonishing...You buy a couple .50 beers for a mouth-breathing tefl-jockey and you'd be surprised what you learn. He'll tell you if he wears women's underwear and precisely which gsm princess gave him scabies but that's another tale for another day...
What follows is entirely scuttlebutt
The school is owned by two bat shit crazy sisters who constantly contradict and undermine each other and run ragged over the staff like a couple of pms'ing cheerleaders.
A prior head-mistress, upon submitting her resignation, was threatened with having her visa voided if she were to disparage the school in any way shape or form.
Apparently staff are not allowed to leave the school premises during the work day. Staff are required to put their motos in a caged area which is then locked and guarded.
One wistful mid-hot season afternoon crack-head Wendy's long suffering beau made an attempt to leave for the lunch hour and when he got rather insistent about it, had a gun pulled on him by security for his trouble.
All breaks/lunch hours are spent with your students.
According to a set schedule you are to arrive to work an hour early in order to stand line-abreast with your fellow conscripts and greet each student as they arrive in the morning. The same to be performed at the end of the school day.
Then apparently there is all manner of silly and incongruent paperwork, record keeping, and general busy work required on top of the standard lesson planning to be accomplished in a cramped hovel of a teachers room.
There were more insightful tales but I found them rather salacious and simply not believable. Also it was getting late being around 9:43 pm and having been waiting for joon since 6:45pm, I was getting restless and cranky having parked my ass on one of Larry's disagreeable bar stools for the better part of 3 hours. Still making his staffing selections from a herd of disdainful, smarmy past-their-prime grey girls I see.
I can't confirm any of the above but do have a looks-see and report back.