Being a Blabbermouth

I can be a blabbermouth. In case this word is too sophisticated for you, this means that I have the ability to talk nonstop about unimportant, uninteresting things without interruption for an extended period of time. Now most people don’t think of this as a skill… probably because in any normal circumstance, it isn’t. In fact it’s generally just really, really annoying to anyone within shouting distant (did I mention I can be really loud too?). But, as the innovative person that I am, I have at last found an appropriate outlet for my blabbermouthiness. Continue reading

Seventeen Months and a Cactus

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Next week will bring seventeen months since coming to Mongolia. Just for the record, that’s a pretty long time. Long enough for me to sometimes forget where I am on Google Map, and what that signifies. My days have become pretty ordinary, usually spent teaching and followed by chilling in the teachers’ lounge where I have enjoyable yet unmemorable conversations with anyone who wants to listen to my horrible accent.
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Training Your English Teacher

At 10:35 pm

Teacher “Hey we need to plan speaking club’s plan of year. Social worker will take it tomorrow.”

Me “Okay, what time?”

Teacher “8 o’clock.”

Me “Okay. But if you don’t come at 8 and I have to wake up early and you don’t come you have to buy me lunch and a lot of chocolate.”

Teacher “Hahaha yes of course.”

The next morning… 8:24 am

Me “You are late. If you come after 8:30 you will buy me food and A LOT OF CHOCOLATE.

(Teachers walks in at 8:29am)

Break through

Today overall wasn’t too great. I went to sleep last night at six pm with a stuffed nose and sore throat and I awoke at midnight to a slightly flooded ger. This morning I hurriedly scratched out two lesson plans, and as could only be expected, didn’t have great classes. But during my afternoon elective lesson, I had a break through. Continue reading

Teaching: Year Two

I am learning how to teach.

Last year, I started off my journey as a TEFL teacher unable to fathom the difference between present continuous and present simple. And I certainly couldn’t teach it. I trembled in front of thirty students daily, awkward and spaz-tastic. I was widely unsure of myself, and my students and teachers could smell my distress.

This year classes began differently. When I spoke, my students showed less fear in speaking English and more respect towards me. I assumed the first class was an anomaly, until the second, and third continued in the same manner. Enjoying the transformation, I assessed my teaching method. What had changed? Continue reading

It’s six clock.

Today my English Teacher, Rentsen, and I had a disagreement. We were teaching sixth graders how to tell time. Unfortunately, Rentsen didn’t appreciate the way I pronounced “o’clock”. His professor had taught that the “o” is silent, creating a sentence resembling “It is six clock.” I explained that this was wrong, at least in America, but he wouldn’t listen. I’m perfectly aware that I am not the be-all, end-all of the English language. But god help me I’d like to think I know how to correctly say what time it is.