Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts

Saturday, November 10, 2012

On Conversation

 

"Don't discuss yourself, for you are bound to lose; if you belittle yourself, you are believed; if you praise yourself, you are disbelieved."

 
Michel de Montaigne, Essayist of the French Renaissance,1580


There are so books waiting to be read on my bookshelf. Last year I spent so much time researching for my thesis I would dream about all the time I would spend reading novels once I was finished honours. Then the Dip Ed hit and time for leisure reading didn't exist then either; so the books piled up. Now I finally have the time to start reading again and the first thing I picked up was this little Penguin book with a selection of essays by Michel de Montaigne. I love the touch of humanism in the essays, the references to Plato and Aristotle and the theme of friendship, it makes me feel as though I am reading, and learning from, literature of two different time periods rather than one. Nerdy, huh? Anyway, whatevs. I read this quote over a few times and it stuck in my head all weekend. Michel de Montaigne was known for being cynical but in this case I believe he is correct. But, I guess I am known for being quite cynical too....
 
Oh well, off to brunch.
 

Sunday, May 27, 2012

So I start the second part of my teaching placement tomorrow. I am terrified for four main reasons:

1. It's a private school which is something I have never experienced before.
2. It's all boys. ALL BOYS. Only boys. Lots of boys. Teenage boys everywhere. Scary!
3. I'll be teaching history for the first time. I haven't been in a High School history class for eight years and my uni course gave me about 2 hours of instruction on teaching history this semester - thanks shitty uni course.
4. The classes I'll be teaching will be mainly on modern history which I know close to nothing about.

You know what, I am actually quite excited about teaching content I have learnt the night before to classes of rowdy, wealthy(spoilt?), fifteen year old boys. Seriously. I'm not even being sarcastic.

So tomorrow I will put on my PABSTOY (Private All Boys School Teacher Outfit Yo) and I will walk in there and hide my terror like a boss. As one of my wise course tutors told me: fake it til you make it.










Photo: Tim Barnes