What happened to this blog? Our apologies, after our first two blogs we opened our Casa Rural business and suddenly this virtually took over all else in our lives, and the thought of keeping up a regular blog went out the window. Now we have time to breathe and we promise to try and keep this blog alive.
Apologies over – here is the second part of my experiences completing a full time CELTA course at International House. The pressure we were going to have to endure over this one month course became apparent in the first two days. Day one we were told that we would need to prepare a 20 minute teaching session to be carried out the next day. This was a bomb shell as I had never done a teaching session let alone one where I was to be observed not only by one of my lecturers but also some of my peers. I mean, I thought that was what I was here to learn -how to put a teaching session together not be thrown to the lions withing 48 hours. Apparently not; this was how they did it – sink or swim. If you were lucky they might provide you with a couple of arm bands.
Our main group was divided up into four smaller tutorial groups. Mine consisted of two young Americans, soon to be married, one Tunisian women, a young Brit and me the oldest by far but that didn’t seem to matter. Our first teaching session would be held the next day so preparation had to start immediately. I’m not exactly a shrinking violet but this was different. I was completely out of my comfort zone. I had one big advantage, I had a wife who had been doing this for a number of years so at least she could vet my first attempt. I prepared everything for the next day but was not expecting to be given our first assignment to be handed out with a four day completion date. The teaching practice session began with an introduction to our class. There were almost 18 students coming from all parts of the world. They knew we were practising on them and for this they paid very little to attend. My time came and went very quickly, much quicker than I had expected but in this short time I knew I loved it – being in the limelight that is! Whether I was any good as a teacher I would soon find out.
This first session was not assessed. It was just for the lecturers to find out how well or not we could perform the task. We all got a pass in my group but the one thing that stuck in my mind from this feedback was that I should not forget that I was there to teach English not applying for a role with the Royal Shakespeare Company. Next time I would tone it down – a little.
Something else became apparent at the beginning of our second week. If we didn’t pass our written assignments we would have to rewrite it and still have to hand in our next assignment on time. This would really hit hard when at one point I had two rewrites and a new one to finish over a three day period as well as preparing the almost daily teaching sessions. The pressure was really building up a head of steam. The main issue now was getting enough sleep to complete the course before exhaustion set in.