Due to various unforeseen circumstances, the guy who teaches IT at the school had to leave recently, which meant that there was a vacancy going for a hip young gunslinger to fill. Now I may have passed my European Computer Driving License with flying colours when I was 15, but not in my wildest dreams did I expect to be number one on the school's shortlist to fill the vacancy. Anyway, I was 'formally' approached one afternoon (Teacher: "will you do it then?") and, after graciously accepting their offer, I am now able to add 'IT Teacher' to the previous work experience section of my CV.
This means that after 3 months of relentlessly being called 'Uncle', I have made the transition to 'Computer Master'. Although I think a more likely description of myself would be 'jack of some trades, master of none'. The good news is that it is one of the easier jobs in the school because the kids love computers and tend to focus on the task in hand. However, every single child I've taught so far must think I have 'MUG' written on my forehead because every time I ask them what they have been taught in the past, they respond with "Games unccccclle". After informing the kids politely that I wasn't born yesterday, I kick off the serious business of teaching them how to draw their own faces on Paint. Whilst most of the children tend to draw pictures of Christian crosses or just nice trees, one boy took me aback a little the other day when he painted a heart with a knife through it over the Indian flag. Deep.
The IT role is also useful practice for the methods I would almost certainly use if I ever became a parent; saying 'no' 97% of the time. It works in much the same way as being a Crystal Palace fan does. You see, although we have to endure a fair amount of misery, it makes the brief moments of glory a hundred times more joyous. So, to deny children what they want (as long as it's not food and water of course) on the majority of occasions, will only serve to make them all the more ecstatic as you succumb to their requests when they least expect it. The lovely folk at Guinness said it best.
This means that after 3 months of relentlessly being called 'Uncle', I have made the transition to 'Computer Master'. Although I think a more likely description of myself would be 'jack of some trades, master of none'. The good news is that it is one of the easier jobs in the school because the kids love computers and tend to focus on the task in hand. However, every single child I've taught so far must think I have 'MUG' written on my forehead because every time I ask them what they have been taught in the past, they respond with "Games unccccclle". After informing the kids politely that I wasn't born yesterday, I kick off the serious business of teaching them how to draw their own faces on Paint. Whilst most of the children tend to draw pictures of Christian crosses or just nice trees, one boy took me aback a little the other day when he painted a heart with a knife through it over the Indian flag. Deep.
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