This Friday is my last day of work at this school. I've already said goodbye (or "get out," rather) to a handful of my classes and with each ending bell, a little weight is lifted off my shoulders like a strong bird swooping down, grasping it in its claws, and flying quickly away.
Even though I gave some classes tests, as promised, their Hungarian English teachers told me that their grades have been officially decided already in a ritual where the teachers sit around and vote on what final mark to give individual students. This isn't such a bad idea, but then again, I've never had to sit through it.
Some talks I've had to sit through...
A. Benjamin doesn't deserve more than a 2, but because his mom works here and really pushes hard, he will probably get a 4. (5 = A and 1 = F) - a colleague
B. Jana always goes away from the school and doesn't come to class, but when she feels like helping, she's very good about it, so she should get a 3. - a colleague
C. This game is very shit. - a seventh grade student
D. Student: Can we go outsiiiiiidee todaaaay?
Me: No, we're not.
Student: Ooooohh aaksaosidhfa;elkaj dfjoae &^%(^&)*^ (slamming desks books around).
Yes, I've been somewhat negative about my teaching job over these past months, but I feel I have good reason to be. I think I'm going to come up with a list of how to make the school year more pleasant for a native speaking teacher in any country.
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I have had to sit through that "grade voting meeting" once a month for one grade and last week a marathon vote for every student that lasted 4 hours! comments I have overheard:
"Tibi is good and should get a 5, his twin brother is out of controll and should get a 2 but because their mom works here and we don't want Szabi to feel bad that Tibi got a better grade we should give them both a 4"
also...
"Nagy Gabor...do you think we could just tie him to his chair?"
I must admit that I agreed with that one!
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