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What 5 Minutes is Worth

I decided I would begin to write a blog exactly when the class bell rings just to see how much I could actually write in 5 minutes.

We are now being told that as of November, we will have the same schedule every day and it won't include any breaks from 2pm to 7pm (or roughly there about). This is not including the two hour long kindergartens classes we have to teach in the moring. I guess we do prep time in our sleep????

But we WILL be given 10 minutes in between each class.

This is 'a lot of time', as per the new manager that started when we did at the school.

I'll be interested to see if this makes me more tired or if 10 minutes is really enough time to regroup and get your energy back in front of kids.

As usual, we weren't going to be told until the last minute. It was only because we asked for a meeting and because we impressed the importance of us having input into the schedule considering we do teach the classes.

Korean culture is very much 'do as your told' and I've been fairly good at that my whole life, as long as I'm being respected and what I'm beign told makes sense. It's a bit difficult for us to know what makes sense if we only find out about massive changes to the school the day before they're about to happen.

all in all it was a good meeting and we made some progress. Still learning the politics of the wholething but there's politics in any job isn't there?

There goes the bell. So, according to the new schedule, I should be able to write twice this amount.

Lucky you.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey A

Courage! There's more oatmeal and gravy mix on the way. GN is especially worried about your need for gravy..."The poor girl needs gravy. How can we send her gravy?"

Hugs
ms
Travelling Chick said…
Thanks MS! got the package today and will now be able to not panic about the chicken being dry!!!!:)
xxxx

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