Yesterday I managed to escape but it was not the kind of day one would usually escape for. I traded the giant dust bowl house in the country for an early morning doctor’s appointment and an unpaid day at work. I managed, by the grace of God and good friends, to get substitutes for my lessons until the Polizia arrive but you must still prepare all the lessons for your subs.
This left me at school all day with books and craft things spread out on the table like a mini-bomb had gone off. It’s so much easier to actually “do” a lesson, than plan one and write it all out for another teacher, especially when you aren’t getting paid for it. So if any of my readers are thinking of taking on a job as an ESL teacher, you may want to think twice.
In my opinion, the effort you put out for such a job does not equal the pay. You are only paid for the actual lesson and so obviously the faster you prepare them the better. It’s not like when I went to school either. Nowadays, kids roam freely in the classroom and need constant attention. Gone are the good old days when they used to sit at their desks quietly working on their assignments while you sat at your big oak desk and marked papers…or have I just watched too many American films?
Anyways, now I am back to the country and have taken up baking projects to fill my days. I have scribbled shopping lists for my husband and plan to learn how to make foccaccia. Today’s baking extravaganza was corn bread. If I am going to be listed on my residency documents as a “casalinga” then gosh darnit that is exactly what these Polizia are gonna get!
When they finally do arrive at the house they will think they have walked into an episode of “I Love Lucy”. Do you think I could get my husband to change his name to Ricky or would it be easier to find a Cuban husband already named Ricky? Ohhh forgetaboutit, the paperwork would be a nightmare here!