See, I got a little job teaching English for 2 hours every Friday afternoon and this coming Friday is the first class.
I'm kind of scared, to be honest, because my French is still iffy, and I don't want my students to think I'm an enormous dork. And 2 hours is kind of a long time in one sitting . . . I'll probably give them a break after an hour—that seems to be kind of the French standard taking a cue from my classes here.
The good thing, I think, is that my employer doesn't really care what I do. I asked if they wanted me to give them like an overview of what I'm doing, an outline, lesson plan or anything like that, and they were just like, nah, whatever you want to do. So, I guess I have a lot of freedom, but at the same time I don't want to do a bunch of dorky, unuseful stuff.
Why I am afraid of looking like a dork? I thought I had already come to terms with my dorkiness. It's just that sometimes I feel unwieldy, accident-prone, and constantly aware of the size of my teeth, and I know it won't be helped by the fact that I'm going to be standing in front of group of francophones, literally butchering their language while attempting to teach them mine. And . . . okay, one of the volunteers is a rather handsome Italian guy.
I need to sit down and actually read through the brochure they gave me about their organization. It'll help me get ideas for possible discussion topics . . . I'm such a terrible procrastinator. I should have done that a millenium ago.
I think I'm going to try the so-called Natural Approach (I knew Methodology would come in handy sometime) and try to speak primarily in the target language (meaning English). Comprehensible input and all of that. We'll see how it goes!
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