yeah, it’s really just a job

Sometimes I worry that students may be a little disillusioned when they discover that I am not, in fact, like that high school teacher in the movies they’ve seen that is always rooting for them. Nor am I seeking to fill some hole in my heart. I’m a teacher, I teach. And when a student leaves another fills their place, and then I teach them, too.

Different teachers at my school have had different approaches to the 1- or 2- or 3-month long test prep courses we offer, which I teach 2 or 3 times a year.. Some develop very close bonds with their class, bake them cookies, invite all 12 of them to a home-cooked Thanksgiving dinner, and generally keep things running smoothly by using honey instead of vinegar.

And of course at the other end of the spectrum we have the vinegar teachers, who push their students with a workload so heavy that the students are forced to make cuts and prioritize, give harsh (but always fair) criticism, and strictly do not waste any social time on them. They get results by being a slave-driver, which frankly many students want and expect. Like every good reality show contestant, these teachers are not in it to make friends.

And truthfully, nobody becomes an ESL teacher to make long-lasting friends. Those who think otherwise aren’t doing it to teach. They’re doing it to travel or find a spouse or indulge some rose-colored fantasy of something akin to charity work. If you love language and you love to promote learning then you teach ESL. You should leave all your other intentions at the door.

An ESL teacher must constantly say goodbye to wonderful students who they will never see again. Ever. These are not the kind of students who come back to visit in a year, this is not the kind of school that has reunions. I feel like it makes it even harder to have students in my own age range because I could potentially connect with them more, which is pointless because they’re leaving.

There are teachers that artfully balance inbetween honey and vinegar. These teachers socialize with their class without showing favoritism, post photos on facebook while still maintaining a degree of professionalism and divulging very few personal details.

Sometimes I feel like I’m in the middle but in a different way. I’m always forthcoming with personal information (when asked), not afraid to tell an embarrassing story staring myself, yet I do very little socialising with students and will sometimes intentionally wait until the end of the course before dropping the veil and inviting students into my life, or accepting invitations into theirs.

I don’t know which approach is the right one, or if there is a right one. I’m going to keep trying different things until I find the best balance between teacher-me and me-me.

And while I’m so excited and thankful that I’m able to go to Switzerland and see some former students whom I believe are amazing people, I’m going to then say goodbye forever all over again. And this time it probably will be forever, because if I want to keep doing what I love doing it means I’m not going to be able to take a lot of vacations. I’m not in it for the money, that’s for sure.

So when I introduce myself to a new class I don’t look at them and think, “Oh I hope we become the best of friends,” I often find myself thinking, “Gee I hope none of them are too  awesome,” because meeting someone who, in another life maybe, could have been a close friend, is just a little too heartbreaking to do dozens of times a year.

So I’m not there for the money, I’m not there to make friends, I’m just there to be the best at what I do. I’m like the Wolverine of ESL teaching. Sure, if that helps me sleep at night, I’ll stick with that.

i am famous on the internets

Oh, hello!

So back in January I got roped into taking some improv classes (a friend’s wife’s coworker wanted to take them, roped in said friend, who then dragged me along) and of course it turned out to be my hidden passion and I am totally, totally into it now.

Cut to months later, my level 1 class had our end-of-course performance consisting of simple theater games, and one of the troupe members uploaded all the games onto youtube. Apologies for the poor sound quality, and also the fact that it might not be funny at all.

So now that I’m famous I’m wondering what’s next in my life. I’m coming to the end of another 12-week test prep course and am looking forward to spending the summer teaching General English at good ol’ Intermediate level. I’m also finally, finally taking some sort of vacation in September. I’m going to be couch-surfing through Switzerland and getting by on the good graces of former students who seem to have forgotten that I always assigned a lot of homework. Exciting!

Also, now that I’ve finished my copyediting course and will have less papers to grade and am entering into shandy season I will no doubt have more time to try to write something worth reading in this space here. Or not. Who knows.

like the spam song, but with corn

Remember those ads for High Fructose Corn Syrup that came out a while back? Yeah, they were strange. And YouTube offers quite a few parodies:

First, the original:

And the responses:

(This one’s my favorite)

The second original:

And the responses:

The third original:

And the response:

The two that you’ll note are rather well-produced are made by the guys behind this movie:

Which I am afraid to ever watch because it will make me unable to eat frozen corn again, and I love frozen corn.

i’ll never get around to taking a pic, you’ll just have to trust me

There’s a store on Telegraph in Berkeley with the name “Triage Gift Shop” spelled out in crooked letters on its shingled front.

When you need to fix things with a gift — FAST.

I should be a freakin’ advice columnist

While waiting for a table at Saul’s this morning, Tom and Julie and I overhear a dad telling his son “–when you go to Sarah Lawrence this year.”

“We’re from Sarah Lawrence!” Tom says, which sparks a whole discussion about the college. And I start racking my brain for useful advise to give.

“Don’t wait until senior year to finally figure out what you really want to study,” I say.

“Don’t get sucked into the idea that sharing a place at Slonim house will be awesome, because the rooms are TINY and the kitchens are awful,” I say.

“Don’t date anyone freshman or sophomore year. Play the field. Go abroad junior year and maybe you’ll meet someone special. If not then start dating senior year, because after that your chances of finding a nice girl are going to dwindle greatly,” is what I really wanted to say, but didn’t.

Maybe I should volunteer to be an alumni contact? Hm.

knowing is not the half of the battle that gets results

Two Christmases ago my sister bought my a lovely gift off my wishlist: some kickass floating shelves. Bob and Sinead were visiting at the time, so the three of us went to some local thrift stores to find books with odd names that I could proudly display in my home*. One of these books was entitled “The Trouble with Rape”.

And there was always something about the title which had this sing-song, Music Man quality to it and it took me two years to realize that it was the opening lines of a limerick which hadn’t yet been written. So I wrote it.

The trouble with rape is, you see
It hasn’t yet happened to me.
On sex I can say
I’ve done every which way
Except for while on GHB.

You’re welcome.

And while we’re on the subject, something mildly upsetting happened to me over the weekend. In my quest to expand my social circle, meet new friends, try new things, I went to a bar for drinks with some folks from other improv classes at the same theater, and amidst dancing like idiots to a jukebox in a Korean bar in Oakland that was being patronized by just us and a few glassy-eyed regulars, I willingly put up with 2 hours of unwanted advances by one of the improv guys I had just met that night.

And it really pissed me off the next day when I had more time to think it over.

My reaction at the time was “Wow I must have really low self-esteem if I’m suspicious of any guy who comes onto me!” But it quickly changed to “No wait, he was seriously making me feel uncomfortable, why the fuck didn’t I slap him into next week?” And it was this strange combination of not being with anyone I knew terribly well and wanting them to like me that made me feel like I had to be polite and endure instead of saying something.

And it made me so angry, because that is something that upsets me so much just in theory, I couldn’t believe that I had actually done it myself. And now my mind is reeling with all sorts of insecurities it makes me sick.

So I guess the lesson is that while improv classes have enabled me to let loose a bit more, it hasn’t yet bestowed upon me the ability to speak up when it counts. Also it ocassionally attracts scumbags, which I should be more aware of in the future.

*Yes, a picture would be a good idea, but I still have pictures on my camera from over a month ago which I haven’t uploaded so I figured that, in the effort of timeliness, I’d skip taking a photo and just let you imagine how sweet these shelves look.

skill tests

These links are quite old, but whatever.

First, you can test your knowledge of accents, although some aren’t what everyone would agree on as a “standard” for that region. (If you want to practice a bit beforehand, you can watch this short primer. And if you like that, this other gal has LOADS of accent videos.)

Then, which words in English are the most common? Go on, guess.

I’ve started a new copyediting class taught by Amy Einsohn. She is very entertaining and I hope to learn a lot. I’ve also extended my improv classes, though now I’m in a group with some different people that’s also about double the size. I don’t know if improv is going to be something that will become a big part of my life, but at the moment I love it. Of course the teaching experience has helped a lot, as I’m really not afraid of getting in front of people and failing at being funny. I do that every day!

and many etymology books are poorly researched!

I’ve recently dipped my toes into the editorial world, and by that I mean taking a few classes and reading a bit more, not actually DOING anything in a professional sense, because somebody would have to be crazy enough to give me money for that.

So for Christmas I was given Woe is I, because it was on my wishlist, because I had heard, or thought I had heard, good things about it.

This book is an infuriating assortment of clap trap based on outdated materials and unbridled, misguided pretension. I was barely three pages in when I was lunging for the post-its so I could start noting all the places where I disagreed or was just plain irritated by the tenets set by the author.

So after slogging through the whole damn thing, and then reading some David Crystal to calm down, I’ve organized my thoughts. I went to my trusty Swan and a few other resources to get some answers from experts I trust.

The author is a snob
One of the things I love about English is the way that our word formation allows us to make up new words. How lovely! These building blocks of prefixes and suffixes that allow us to create and expand. So when I read that “just adding –ize to a word doesn’t give it life” (p. 62) my creative wordsmithing spirit was crushed.. “Don’t coin any new ones,” we’re told, “Don’t use any recent ones you don’t like. If we ignore them, maybe they’ll go away.” What gives? Are you trying to deny language change? Why?

Here’s another jem: “If you’re tempted to use [ain’t] to show that you have the common touch, make clear that you know better.”(p.74) Wow. You can call it a variety, or informal, or slang, but let’s stay away from making this about class, okay?

There’s also a few weird ones. Like how “long-lived” should be pronounced so that “lived” has the same long vowel as in “drive.” I have never heard anyone pronounce it this way. You know why? Because they would sound like a douche.

And please, don’t pick up some British English and say that it sounds better, like that “lend/lent” sounds “more polished”(p.103) than “loan/loaned” because that’s going back to this whole idea that British English is somehow more “correct” and I get enough of that hurtful stereotype from my students.

Also, on what basis were some idioms deemed overused and listed in a whole chapter devoted to telling us what not to say anymore? It seems so arbitrary.

Then there’s the strange anti-snob sentiment that clashes with the rest. Like how we’re advised against using the phrase “at this time” as it is “overstuffed.” (p. 124) Seriously? Jargon is also dismissed as “largely meaningless, pseudotechnical terms that are supposed to lend the speaker an aura of expertise.” And I know we’re all annoyed by business jargon, but really? This attack seems like it comes from a personal place. Or an ex-boyfriend.

The author is making sweeping statements that are incorrect
My very first post-it went next to the declaration that “which” never goes with a defining relative clause. (So apparently we can’t say “Goths don’t like cats which are white, because the shedding ruins their clothes.”). The author tut-tuts and says we should always use “that” instead of “which”. I will concede to the fact that editors simplify rules so as to have a uniform standard of usage. But you CAN use “which” for defining clauses. In fact most grammar guides will say that using “that” is more informal. Gosh, I hope using it doesn’t give my speech that “common touch.”

“Instead of using did in a question or a negative statement, [the British] prefer to use these forms: Used Andre to have a good job? Andre usedn’t to have a good job.” Where did you find this? This is an informal structure and largely considered antiquated. Please don’t make statements about British English vs American English without understanding that British English is just as varied and has just as many strange turns of phrase owing to regionalisms.

Here’s something strange: apparently “advertize” is British, even though I couldn’t find anything that supported that. And all guides which compare English spelling variations say that switching /s/ to /z/ is an American characteristic. So I’m just confused about that one, and I don’t have the time to read everything in the bibliography to find out what was being cited.

Also you’d be amazed what a simple google search can come up with these days. For example, there IS a general rule for knowing when to use –ible and –able suffixes. You are not “at the mercy of your dictionary.” (p. 116) Rejoice!

And while we’re on the subject of dictionaries, there are multiple entries under some words in the dictionary. This means that it’s another possible usage, though normally what’s listed first is considered the most common. And I’ve got a stack of dictionaries that say that “avoid” can mean “prevent,” (of course with some differences). It does not just mean to shun or turn away from. Also, “myriad” is also listed as a noun, which means that you CAN say “a myriad of,” even if the author doesn’t like it.

Again, I understand wanting to streamline things and have a style guide to create uniformity, but I don’t think we should deny that we CAN say certain things. We CAN use the perfect tenses after the word “after” as in “I set out the powdered donuts after the goths had arrived” because it helps emphasize the sequence of events. What is the past perfect is for, anyways, if not that?

Also, in regards to the author’s claim that the three-or-four-dot method is the only true way, there were other trends, and there will be more to come. For a book that is designed for both professionals and layfolk, I’m surprised the Chicago Manual of Style wasn’t listed in the bibliography.

The author is selective in accepting language change
I was actually surprised to find that the author supports the use of “hopefully” as a sentence adverb  (“Hopefully, we won’t be late!”) instead of insisting that it is a tried and true adverb and no more (“‘Will we get there on time?’ he asked hopefully.”). Why does this one get to pass into the gated community of acceptable language change while so many others are left in the cold? Why is your love so subjective? Why can’t “dove” be an acceptable past tense for “dive”? How can you accept “hopefully” and not “they”?

So here’s a litmus test I use to see if I’ll like another grammarian: I ask if they use “they” as a singular pronoun. Because I do, and it’s fine, and please stop saying that it was never acceptable because it dates back to the 14th century. So either people have been making the same mistake for 600 years (and believe me I see the irony in referring to the time before standardized spelling for support) or at some time someone thought it wasn’t okay and spent a whole lot of energy attempting to retrain it out of the language, and people were raised with a misconception, and those people went on to be adults and pass that misconception on to their children, and here we are. Please don’t refer to a grammar guide from the 1960s written by a sexist anglophile for support, because times they are a’changing. And when the author says that “bad English isn’t the answer” (p.16) I kind of want to light something on fire. Especially when I later read that “this book’s position is that yesterday’s custom can be safely ignored” (p. 186) as justification for using “whose” to describe inanimate objects. I don’t object with the rule, I object with the flip-flopping on this whole position of language change.

So in the end I found this “guide to better English” wrong in some places, confusing in others, and pretentious through and through. But I think it was a great Christmas present, as it gave me the opportunity to do some professional research and stretch my own grammarian skills. But it has also perpetuated my fear that I can’t always trust grammar guides, as they’re often written by persnickety dingbats.

like crabs, but itchier

Me: I turn 28 next week. I’m very close to giving up on dating entirely.
Tom: Have you considered prostitutes?
Me: I don’t want to catch something!
Tom: You know, sometimes when we think we’re afraid of venereal diseases, what we’re really afraid of…is love.
Me: love is the worst STD there is

wishlist

Just so’s ya know, I do have an actual blog post in the works. A real one that isn’t just me bitching about things. It is actually requiring research, people. I am researching for my blog post.

So as a placeholder until then, here’s what’s on my favorites list on etsy:

Mini-Gnome in Pine Cone. It rhymes! That doubles the cute points.

Expensive necklace on sale, still expensive. Pretty though!

You & I are BFF. I need more prints.

Mixtape love. Need.

Mr Skunk. Okay, maybe I just want more prints.

Robin. Like, a lot of prints.

Meercat. Just look at the hat and scarf, people!

Giraffe. I think a new goal for this year is to have more giraffe-related things.

See-Through Shark. Okay, I need to stop linking to the same artist. Seriously.

Feather headbands? Yes please.

Maple Seed Helicopter Necklace. I have been lusting after this for, like, a year. Why can’t I buy anything over $30?

Cream Soda Necklace. I used to drink cream soda when I was young. Now I can’t stand it. I love these though, and they’re so cheap!

Out like a log sleep mask. I actually could use this on weekends. I have thin curtains because I like the sun to help me wake up in the mornings. But on the weekends I don’t set an alarm so I can sleep as late as I want. Which, thanks to my curtains, is like 7am.

Knitted Lab Rat in actual dissection tray. It’s cute and sick at the same time. So it’s kind of a given that I’d like it, right?

Neckwarmer. They had one in red but it sold. Sad!

Bubble in Black. This was actually one of the first things I ever listed as a favorite item. Ah, memories.

Blue Bells Dangle Earrings. I finally started wearing dangly earrings this past year, and it has made me so happy. Except it gives me one more thing to fidget with when I try to answer a sticky grammar question in class. I should never play poker.

So have fun with those, check back soon for a post wherein I actually make use of my education and intellectual skills! Please no laughing.