Well, it is the end of the first full week teaching here in Valencia. It has definitely taken some getting used to, but it’s been a great help having the guidance of the school’s English teachers and my fellow trainee English teacher, Elena, who isn’t part of the UKLC posse but a Valencian training to be an English teacher.
I’ve been teaching in a secondary school in Beniferri and have met 7 classes across 4 school years, from 12-16 years old. From day to day (and from one lesson to another!) you encounter extremes. You can be witness to the equivalent of a civil war in which the point of contention was who poked who first, chairs almost being hurled across the classroom, then five minutes later you’re in a different class trying to get someone, anyone, to open their mouths to tell you an adjective that ends in -ed.
My highlight of the school week may be this: I gave 6 groups of students a different bundle of words and asked them to write a story that included every word, and had a beginning, middle and end. Afterwards, they read their stories out in front of the class. It was all going well until the last story, when we heard about the gruesome murder of a very unlucky rabbit who got lost and then run over by a bus “and it was upsetting”. At least they used the -ing adjective correctly.
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