Post by Hero on Sept 10, 2007 6:21:28 GMT -5
A word I'm not too fond of.
This is my life.
I wake up early in the morning and take a nice, freezing, deathly-cold shower. Then, I wait for my uncle to get up. Minutes before school starts.
I end up arriving to school 15-20 minutes late. First thing I do when I get there: teach.
Teaching has its perks like cash and teaching little children in a third-world country how to speak English.
...that is, if they were little.
You see, I teach people who are 17-18 years old. Older than me even. And it gets very strenuous when they leave my class while I'm teaching as they are allowed to.
I cannot fail them.
I can't even say no.
Plus I am teaching illegally. Without a working visa I am going against international laws. Being threatened every day of imprisonment just to earn a few extra college $'s isn't fun.
After a while of torture, I have a teacher who always tries to drag me out of the computer room (which I can only access for a brief, 1-hour respite) because of one thing after another. "Oh the room's too hot for you..." "Oh it's way too small of a room." "I don't like to see you in that room all the time." "You're bugging the teachers."
Not true.
In fact, the teacher love me. I don't spend more than 3 hours in that room and I teach all day.
But what bugs me most is the staff administration. I have to persistently ask every one of them an ungodly amount of times before I can get something done.
"Well first I need to ask the head of the school, then the teachers, then the neighboring schools and primary schools, finally redirecting your call to the head for a final permission after an agreed consent from all the staff members, which can only be radified by the EP English teachers who ultimately lack the right to endorse the decision to begin with. So it's back to the head..."
They even lie. They never hold true to their promises. First month and I don't think I'm going to get paid.
When school ends, I usually hit the interwebz at a local net cafe. Spend a few hours complaining, or seeking comfort. Unfortunately, peace never helps anything.
Last but certainly not least, I go with my uncle to a bar so he can get drunk and nearly kill me while driving home. I can't even drive him home, since I do not have a driver's license. He speeds, swerves, and nearly gets us killed. I absolutely abhore it.
One of my friends just got grouped with a family who does drugs, stole her money, and almost killed her.
Seriously, what was AFS thinking when they chose Thailand for a host country?
This is my life.
I wake up early in the morning and take a nice, freezing, deathly-cold shower. Then, I wait for my uncle to get up. Minutes before school starts.
I end up arriving to school 15-20 minutes late. First thing I do when I get there: teach.
Teaching has its perks like cash and teaching little children in a third-world country how to speak English.
...that is, if they were little.
You see, I teach people who are 17-18 years old. Older than me even. And it gets very strenuous when they leave my class while I'm teaching as they are allowed to.
I cannot fail them.
I can't even say no.
Plus I am teaching illegally. Without a working visa I am going against international laws. Being threatened every day of imprisonment just to earn a few extra college $'s isn't fun.
After a while of torture, I have a teacher who always tries to drag me out of the computer room (which I can only access for a brief, 1-hour respite) because of one thing after another. "Oh the room's too hot for you..." "Oh it's way too small of a room." "I don't like to see you in that room all the time." "You're bugging the teachers."
Not true.
In fact, the teacher love me. I don't spend more than 3 hours in that room and I teach all day.
But what bugs me most is the staff administration. I have to persistently ask every one of them an ungodly amount of times before I can get something done.
"Well first I need to ask the head of the school, then the teachers, then the neighboring schools and primary schools, finally redirecting your call to the head for a final permission after an agreed consent from all the staff members, which can only be radified by the EP English teachers who ultimately lack the right to endorse the decision to begin with. So it's back to the head..."
They even lie. They never hold true to their promises. First month and I don't think I'm going to get paid.
When school ends, I usually hit the interwebz at a local net cafe. Spend a few hours complaining, or seeking comfort. Unfortunately, peace never helps anything.
Last but certainly not least, I go with my uncle to a bar so he can get drunk and nearly kill me while driving home. I can't even drive him home, since I do not have a driver's license. He speeds, swerves, and nearly gets us killed. I absolutely abhore it.
One of my friends just got grouped with a family who does drugs, stole her money, and almost killed her.
Seriously, what was AFS thinking when they chose Thailand for a host country?