I stared at May as she smirked at me in her little Salem smile and was certain she was growing a Vlasic nose. Immediately after my worst class I was coached by all of my fellow teachers on how to lay down the law and demand their respect.
I did so with much glee. I felt like a stage actor playing the role of a school teacher who keeps all of the students on their toes. I started the class by announcing new rules.
I had pages of note taking paper photocopied and dramatically flipped through the pages in front of the class so they were aware that I could not possibly run out. We come to CDI to learn English. In order to become expert English speakers we must firstly, pay attention in class. Secondly, speak loudly when teacher asks us to answer a question.
Fourthly, be polite and courteous to the teacher and fellow students. Fifthly, smile and have fun during the entire three hour class. In conclusion, we will only improve our English at CDI if we follow these pillars of perfection. The entire classes jaw dropped and I heard moans throughout the room. The witch class has gotten better. It all depends on how mischievous they feel at 7pm on any given Tuesday or Thursday. Last week I was entirely fed up with them. The next day I taught an advanced listening class which was rather depressing.
I spent the last thirty minutes of my Friday class blabbing on about the most ridiculous things. I was incredibly excited to take my first trip out of Seoul the following day and pranced around the room with wide eyes in an attempt to entrain my students. I spent ten minutes describing to my class what a Fluffo-nutter Sandwich is. I felt so sad for these children as they have never even heard of the glorious white and fluffy Fluffo product. They stared at me in awe as I explained in great detail what Fluffo tasted, felt, smelled and looked like.
