Battling idiocy on a daily basis.
At the beginning of April, Bossman had Young Secretary organise a night out for teachers who wanted to go on 19 May. She reserved a table for us at a nice (but not too expensive) restaurant, put up a signup sheet, etc. After confirming that we wouldn't have to pay for anything, fifteen of us signed up.
On 19 May,
the cheap bastard BM said to YS, 'You don't think the teachers are expecting me to pay for this, do you?' to which YS replied, 'You invited them, so of course they think you're paying for it. Do you really think any of them would have signed up if they had known that they had to pay?' BM looked shocked.
In the end, it turned out that BM paid for dinner and two drinks for everyone. Before leaving school for the restaurant, we (the teachers) agreed that as a form of a silent protest, we wouldn't order any drinks that we had to pay for - and didn't.
Dinner was lovely.
A continuation of the events from yesterday (blogged about this morning).
I went to the office to pick up a few things when I arrived at work today, and Young Secretary asked me about the rescheduling that Old Secretary had told her she had to do. I explained the story to her. She then asked me when she should reschedule the student for, because the schedules would be changing next week. Logically thinking, I asked her for a copy of my new schedule so I could figure out when I could fit him in, and she told me that she didn't know because Bosswoman and/or Bossman, both of whom were out of town today, hadn't put them up yet (I know that the class I blogged about yesterday won't change, as it's an in-company class at a set time on a set day). I then asked her if she was asking me to figure out where to slot in a student on a schedule that neither of us knew anything about, and, unsurprisingly, her response was, 'Yes.'
I told her that predicting the future wasn't in my job description and walked away.
For several months now, I've been teaching Incompetent Colleague's morning class on Fridays. I frequently find that he's explained a bit of grammar wrong and give the students the correct information. However, something floored me last Friday.
One of the girls said the word 'advertisement' with the American stress and another corrected her by saying, 'Don't forget, IC said that was wrong. You have to say it like this,' and pronounced it with the British stress. I probed a bit. It came to light that whenever they say something using the American version of it (tomaaato), IC tells them that their pronunciation is wrong, and 'corrects' them (tomahto). He does the same with spelling (advertise vs. advertize). One of the girls said that IC has said that to him, 'American English sounds dirty and low-class.'
I always tell my students the British/American differences when they pop up, and have assured them that either is acceptable, as long as they don't mix the two (according to Cambridge guidelines).
What kind of teacher would actually tell students that they were wrong, when they weren't, and take points off of their exams and essays due to his personal agenda?
Apparently, www.blogger.com has new features. I've tried the 'add a photo to your website' one, but it doesn't seem to have worked. Now I'm trying the 'post by email' feature.
What about me?
I've been found!
Would I lie to you?
I've just read on Haddocktwat's blog that Blogger has a new look, so I had to check it out. What a difference. I wonder if w.bloggar will also be revamped?
Off the subject
A funny story
Organisation at its best