As luck would have it, for the past several weeks, my public school lessons have been cancelled. Boy, what a nice break! I can’t tell you how tough it is to teach these kids for three hours straight. They have no discipline and I literally lose my voice at the end of every Monday.
Yesterday they had their final exam. These exams are oral and last only five minutes but the examiner comes all the way from the U.K. and doesn’t speak a lick of Italian. I tried to put the fear of God into my students this week so that they would at least behave for the exam and hopefully pass but it was hopeless. I know I am supposed to be inspiring and encouraging but one kid was so bad I just said good luck because I think you are “soooo going to fail!” Is that terrible of me? In fact, I think honestly, if the examiner passes her I will be a bit pissed off. Anyways, I have already told my boss that there’s no way I will go back again next year. Two years are enough for this dame.
Apparently the parents are just as bad because they accompanied their children downtown for the exam and my boss said the parents were worse. So, all I have to say is this: “if your kid fails English, don’t blame their teacher”.