Ok due to a series of inane, stupid, and bizarre events (mostly procrastination and my inability to find the blog that I created) I haven't posted in far too long. Oops! But moving on, I'll give you the Reader's Digest version of my last few months. I completed my CELTA (thank God!), left the sprint-paced life of NYC for the lesiurly stroll of Oklahoma, recovered and then stagnated for a few weeks at my parents' house (Christmas happened), and then was thrust into the glamorous life of a middle school teacher's assistant where I am currently spending my days learning how to succeed at, fail at, and survive being a teacher. The kids are, of course, both the best part and worst part of the job. But despite all of their sweetness, surprises, and rewards, the kids are still in Oklahoma and I can't imagine settling down and working with them full-time right now. Which leads to the most recent corkscrew on my life's rollercoaster--The Russian Facepalm Interview.
The Russian Facepalm Interview, or my first interview for a teaching position via Skype as kinder people might refer to it, occurred several days ago after I sent a few e-mails out responding to job postings on Dave's ESL Cafe. As you may have deduced by now, the school is in Russia and the teachers I've spoken to from it seem really cool. I, on the other hand, couldn't have been spazzier durring the interview. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to video call them or if they would call me, so I sat infront of my computer agonizing about it with my Skype window up as the time for the interview and three extra minutes crept by. And that was pretty much the most composed three minutes of my twenty minute interview. Even though the interview was pretty standard, I hadn't really thought out my responses. So I ended up stammering over my strenghts and weaknesses as a teacher and my reasons for wanting to go to Russia (seriously, saying I had spun the globe and my finger landed on Russia would've been better than what I actually said). And even I was midly impressed by how terribly I described myself; when asked to tell about what I like to do for fun you would've thought they'd asked me an advanced physics problem or to recite a Shakespearean sonnet backwards. By the time it ended I think both of us were relieved that it was over, but "We'll be in touch" is a good sign right?....right?
So what I've learned from the Facepalm Interview is to always prepare for interviews. Anyway, I'm going to try to post some pics from my time in New York that I meant to post months ago. However, since I am the person that lost my blog for awhile, don't be too surprised if no pics follow this post!
