More on my being a teacher...
I was probably less well behaved as a teacher than I'd ever been as a student. As I said in the last post, my lack of qualifications didn't matter: getting results did.

Naturally, I never planned any lessons; I took a quick look at the syllabus and decided to busk it. I did once set some homework, but then the realisation dawned on me that I'd have to mark it; I never did that again.

The syllabus said something about American politics. I taught that by putting some Public Enemy and REM on the stereo, and initiating a debate about The Simpsons. I massively upset some members of the Lower VI by showing the Brass Eye paedophile episode. Well, it's political comedy, isn't it?

I was a bit more successful with the philosophy: in fact, when I suggested extra lessons during the lunch hour, just about every member of the class turned up. One of the other teachers thought I'd given a mass detention; when I explained that everyone was there for the hell of it, she didn't believe me.

Had I thought that this would be a long-term job, I'd've taken it a bit more seriously. But I was pretty sure I was only a stopgap, so saw no need to bust my balls working. So what happened at the end of term, when my utter disregard for the norms of teaching, and discernible lack of talent, came to light?

Yep. The results were good, and I was invited to apply for a permanent post and a promotion.

Gotta love the independent sector, ain'tcha?
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 15:13, 2 replies)

the level doesn't matter
Uni is pretty much the same by the sound of it, only even less paperwork and the lessons where the students don't show are the best!
(bluehamster, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 21:07, closed)

If only that were so.
You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork and teaching-related faffing that university teaching generates.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 10:09, closed)