Nestoudnost

I was struck last night, whilst ironing and watching Kaurismäki’s “Tulitikkutehtaan tyttö” (or “Match-factory girl”, for hose of us like me who know just one phrase in Finnish), just how unremittingly bleak it is. Admittedly, his black and white films have a dreanged kind of desperation that surrounds the outsiders he prefers as protagonists, but this film had something different. The film was colourful. Definitely of the 1980s. Not like ‘chernukha‘, nor even the Central European misery of Béla Tarr. In fact, if anything, the colour and the proximity to British life at the same time (Mike Leigh films, for example), make it far more disturbing than a true art house film. Now, how to drag this back to something Czech related? Essentially, I am not sure I have seen anything of this type in Czech cinema (not that I have seen a great deal). Other post-socialist cinemas (Romanian, especially) have focussed on the questions of late- and post-socialist society unflinchingly. But have the Czechs? Light comedies, focussing on generational differences, on gender relations, even examining everyday life in the run up to ’68. Maybe it is, to make a sweeping generalisation, that the Czech simply lack the gloom of the Finns or Poles, or even Romanians. But was the transition really so effortless? I have been thinking about it more in relation to the 20th anniversary celebrations. So please, Czechs (if you read this), recommend something for me to get my teeth into. I am now free (until I get a job) and want to engage intellectually once again…

Znovuzrození

It all begins again tomorrow. I collect my provisional result from the college at 11ish. And then I start to apply. Although it is far easier these days than the last time I applied in such a volume. The good old days of the UCAS form. Before online applications. Before I had an e-mail account. A hand-written personal statement and the hope that I would get sufficiently high results. As it happens, I did. And went and discovered a whole new world. I am not sure these applications will have quite such an effect on my life, but the course has certainly changed my views of teaching, and will also make me a little more conscious when I restart learning Czech properly. Ten years ago, I would never’ve thought that I would ever qualify as a teacher (although the idea had been mooted in the past), and even the first couple of weeks were sufficiently challenging to make me doubt whether I had made the correct choice. But then my last lesson, in which a class of 8 students were uninterruptible when finding out each others’ musical tastes to a soundtrack of Bobbie Gentry and Tom Jones has convinced me that I may have something to offer. Quite what it is, I am not sure. Structure is something I very much require, and now the theoretical side of lesson planning is firmly ensconced in my brain, I can try and relax and make the class(es) enjoyable for the students. Let’s hope one of the Prague language schools agrees and employs me.

Svoboda

I taught my last lesson as part of the CELTA course today. It is all still a little surreal, not least the thought that next time I plan a lesson and teach it will be for real and to paying students. Better start looking for a job on Saturday once I have recovered from my hangover. I managed to miss (due to the fact I was physically required to be at the course) the 20th anniversary celebrations here in Prague. I am slowly picking up more of the language (or maybe not, as it maybe that the Vietnamese shopkeepers simply do not recognise my errors). Cauliflower, leek and cheese are now embedded in my brain. Hopefully with more to come as I have time. So please, start writing to/scrabbling/poking/whatevering me. I am a free man. Or at least I will be at 2.30pm tomorrow.

Klidné

A pause. A short break of sorts. A chance to post here whilst searching for images to use in my lesson tomorrow. Everything has been a blur. An immense amount of information, but some of it seems to be sticking. Where it is sticking, I am not sure.Planning lessons is, at the moment at least, a time-consuming task. Mainly because I am less than confident in what I am doing. The experienced teachers I have observed seem to do it effortlessly, and (on the whole) within the time constraints. So experience, repetition and confidence seem to be key. Plus teaching the same or a similar course on a weekly/monthly/yearly basis probably allows you to stockpile lesson plans to be dug out as necessary. I am sure this will all come to me in the future.

The new skills I have been learning have also caused me to think back over the wide range of language teachers (across four languages and some 20-odd years) I have had. Hmmm. More thoughts to come on this subject once the course is over, I would think.

 

 

Učitel

First day, blogging at lunchtime. Maybe I should tweet instead. I will post further thoughts this evening (hopefully), assuming I get out of here before 5pm. Nothing too overwhelming so far, but I will be trying to teach a 40-minute grammar lesson on Wednesday.  Wish me luck.