I was feeling a little down or disappointed yesterday. Still i decided to go for the interview that I already agreed to go for. No doubt i was late but my last student, Yoon Siik seemed not to be coming for class (Very late) so I told my colleague to take him should he come.
After the long squeezy mrt ride where everyone had just enough space to breathe and shake a little in their 1 square foot standing space, i finally arrived. This is it! Late! I'm either going to get asked to come back the next time there are interviews or get turned down at the entrance.
Surprisingly, they let me come into the group interview. I was reluctant to start. No way would someone as displaced (feeling at that time), out of place, unprepared and unsure about myself do well presenting a 15 min lesson to the group of other interviewees. I even told the interviewer twice, "Please let me go. I am sorry but I didn't prepare anything. I'll come back the next time round."
Twice she insisted for me to stay by reminding me about my previous teaching experience (teach what you taught before) and that I should just do my best since I was already there.
Ok....might as well, I thought. I didn't want to spoil the mood of everyone there as they were hopeful and enthusiastic and I was like trembling or tongue tied with writer's block (or lesson block) inside. So i scrambled to write some notes down and the memories came back. Science lesson? No....i forgot my facts. Maths lesson? No....Too boring I won't even be interested in my lesson. English lesson? Ok....Then the ideas rolled in. Just like that. From the 2 day training course i had on teaching in january, to charades i played with friends, to the beautiful story about Jackie Robinson.
The group dynamics was good. Everyone wanted to make friends with everyone after that. A life lived with God in the centre miserable?
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