Never in my classroom – why would you become a teacher?

As a front line, at the chalk board kind of teacher, and my hell being filled with paperwork, grading is the bane of  how I earn my bread and butter. So with my red pen and oddles of patience I am wading through ninety six, nine page papers at the moment.

Brutal honesty is not always the best way to lead in the readers, but once in awhile it is the only way. So you may wonder why I ever became a teacher, in of all places paperwork heavy Germany. Where it is rumoured that two thirds of all paperwork in the world, is on taxes and in German. Urban myth or not it is a hate, hate relationship I have with this part of my job. The why of how I fell into it, well it is a little more complicated of course.

As a whipper snapper I wanted to be a hairdresser, then a vet (until I realised I was squeamish to animals being hurt, well healed/ operated on), and an architect. But it was my luv of lingos that won me over, if with a pinch of hatred.

Being pissed off with two things that stem from my youth gave me my first piques of interest in teaching.

The first was hearing the more than oft is necessary working class chorus of:

“There are those that do, and those that teach”.

Not just from the miners and factory workers in Inky, Staveley and Middlecroft, but also from my Dad.

However it would be apt here for me to go back to my school days.

I have and will always suffer from occasional verbosity, and over ambition. Even at the tender age of fourteen,  the dragon Mrs Clay had an iffing fit about my Orcs short story. Not only the wrong race to have an “Umbridge” with, but the wrong pupil. During this time I did not have many really true friends, but that story is for another day.

Lots of time to while away, and on my hands I joined the troops, back then still slightly cool, of Games Workshop fans. Fantasy and Cyberpunk  would in the nineties go through the dips of derision. Only to smash back into semi-fashion with World of Warcraft and Lord of the Rings at the brink of the millennium. When we in the “real world” were looking for something quite new century and escapist from an uncertain future I guess.

The precursor to WOW and LOR had occasional street cred.  I dabbled in painting lead fantasy figures, creating quests as a games master, and of course  drawing all manner of creature that roamed this world as well as our imagination. This influenced my choice for my short story, but also caught Clay into shouting claims of plagiarism, plagiarism!!!. A short story it was, but a list of references and appendices create did I.

You can imagine, especially if you know me, that it narked me to the ninth degree.

This led me in my own rebellious way to volunteering for the “summer school play groups” at my Secondary.

I taught Arts and Crafts to disabled kids, and we staged the odd play or comedy sketch.

What about you? Tell us your story? what drove you to teach.

In your own blog? link it, and I will retweet it. and maybe even refer back to it in my next installment.

Or if ya not a blogger, then type a short anecdote here?

I am sure my readers would luv to hear if it was desire, altruism, rebellion, a calling, falling into it, or just a stop gap that you ended up loving.

theLingoGuy Part 2; drug and alcohol rehab, and the poverty of Drumchapel.  

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A native Brit, Stewart is from the East Midlands. He has worked all over England and has been in Germany since 2002. Through working with the youth and the disabled he has been able to fine tune his communication skills. A Cambridge qualified (CELTA/LCCI CerTEB) instructor of English as a Foreign Language, he also has experience as a copy editor/ proof reader specializing in Higher Education and Business English. He assists established companies & local English trainers (LELTA) in optimizing their platforms, markets & copy (texts). With a Bachelors degree in English & Art, he brings diverse skills within a broad palette to his academic courses, an English speakers community (So Social Club) & an art project (Lebenskunstler). Not only focusing on creative expression but exemplary use of language.

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