Disenchanted with the whole ‘teaching in London’ thing, yesterday I went to 7 different pubs, a ‘pub crawl’ if you will.
After having shown incredible restrain while around alcohol, and asking for 7 different jobs, with no result, or even a spark of interest from anyone, I felt like going on a real pub crawl. Instead, Kath and I went to the movies. We paid for our tickets on a machine with a touch screen and watched ‘The Departed’. It was excellent. Lots of guns, blood, and twists and turns. Hopefully soon we will see ‘Borat: Cultural learnings of America for make benefit glorious nation of Kazahkstan’, or something like that. Love the flouro shoulder budgie smugglers.
Anyway, back on track again…
I signed up for another agency today, and the guy I talked to gawked in carefully rehearsed disbelief at my mere pittance of £47 for a whole days work (a one off, but still…). He promised that as a teacher I would not be working as a nursery nurse, and anyway, nursery nurses at this agency get no less than £70 a day in the bank.
Tomorrow, which I’m most impressed about, I am going back for a 2 hour crash course about the National Curriculum. I missed out by about a week on the other one I was offered, and since arriving have had no curricular direction to help me teach. I’ve just been winging it and faking. If I’m all registered by tomorrow I could also be starting work Monday. To top things off, this bloke reckons he only deals with the schools north of the Thames, and someone else looks after the South. So far only one school I’ve taught at has been to the north, so hopefully my travelling time (and costs) will be cut.
We shall see.