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wiseheartWe got the preliminary curriculum, after all. Way too late and still under construction, since the government is still popping out new regulations on a daily basis and we really don't know what we find when we go to work next day. At least it seems that we're gonna have work to go to - at least for the current term.
My schedule is worse than it was last year. Not only do I have to spend 10 more hours a week at work, it's also torn between four different arrangements: my teaching hours, an afternoon each with two different after-school groups, both of which I'll only meet once a week and 8 hours spent in the school library. Which isn't a bad thing per se, save for the fact that I'm not trained to work in a library and haven't got the faintest about it. So, I'm slightly panicking. We haven't even started for real, and my nerves are run down already. *sighs*
My not-so-little Silvan girl didn't manage to get accepted for her Master's degree studies - by one single score. So she decided to make a language efficiency exam in English; that would raise her scores considerably, and she'll re-apply a year later. She only can postpone her studies by a single year, so she's trying to get to the UK, working for the Ark, to learn English as quickly as possible. While she's dealing with the technicalities, we've started learning English... twice or thrice two hours a week.
I'm not accepting private students anymore, haven't done so for years, but she's a special case. That, however, means that writing time will be even more limited for a while. Not that the rest of mankind would greatly miss my updates (and I know the handful of close friends who still care for my writing will understand); but as writing is the only thing keeping me out of depression and marginally sane, it promises to be an interesting time. The Chinese curse kind of interesting time.
There's a lot of stress looming on the horizon, work-wise and anyway. Lovely. I'm such a wreck already, bursting into tears at the slightest provocation, overreacting to such insignificant things like idiotic Net changes and stuff, I'm really worried what will happen when work actually starts for real. I hope that at least the 5th-term-class I'm getting this year will be a nice one. I enjoy working with young kids; if they're nice, life will be bearable, despite everything.
My schedule is worse than it was last year. Not only do I have to spend 10 more hours a week at work, it's also torn between four different arrangements: my teaching hours, an afternoon each with two different after-school groups, both of which I'll only meet once a week and 8 hours spent in the school library. Which isn't a bad thing per se, save for the fact that I'm not trained to work in a library and haven't got the faintest about it. So, I'm slightly panicking. We haven't even started for real, and my nerves are run down already. *sighs*
My not-so-little Silvan girl didn't manage to get accepted for her Master's degree studies - by one single score. So she decided to make a language efficiency exam in English; that would raise her scores considerably, and she'll re-apply a year later. She only can postpone her studies by a single year, so she's trying to get to the UK, working for the Ark, to learn English as quickly as possible. While she's dealing with the technicalities, we've started learning English... twice or thrice two hours a week.
I'm not accepting private students anymore, haven't done so for years, but she's a special case. That, however, means that writing time will be even more limited for a while. Not that the rest of mankind would greatly miss my updates (and I know the handful of close friends who still care for my writing will understand); but as writing is the only thing keeping me out of depression and marginally sane, it promises to be an interesting time. The Chinese curse kind of interesting time.
There's a lot of stress looming on the horizon, work-wise and anyway. Lovely. I'm such a wreck already, bursting into tears at the slightest provocation, overreacting to such insignificant things like idiotic Net changes and stuff, I'm really worried what will happen when work actually starts for real. I hope that at least the 5th-term-class I'm getting this year will be a nice one. I enjoy working with young kids; if they're nice, life will be bearable, despite everything.
