Lapping up the Limelight.
Last night I received a phone call from someone wanting to interview me, as a new teacher for ----------- Academy. Below are a few snippets of our conversation, and a few of my more eloquent lines.INT: Where did you grow up?
D: Bothell.
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INT: Would you consider yourself an easy or a hard teacher?
D: Umm, I would consider myself a reasonable teacher.
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INT: What do you think about having an advisory group?
D: You mean like me being an advisor to some students?
INT: Yes.
D: ...well, I think... important... community... when I was in Switzerland... family groups... interaction on multiple levels... teachers may have some insight... well, probably not me ... that isn't, err, doesn't come out, or can't be accessed... in a classroom setting. Does that make sense?
INT: (Not in the slightest!!!) Uh... yeah. (Frantic scribbling).
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INT: What's one thing you've done that people wouldn't guess about you?
D: Well, I jumped off a mountain with a parachute on my back. I guess that's one thing. (Nervous laughter).
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INT: Did you teach both physics and chemistry in Switzerland, or just physics?
D: Um... haha, well, no, I taught English as a Second Language. (There goes my cred!).
You may assume that all of my other answers were less coherent. I did a lot of mumbling, a lot of hesitating, and occasionally used big words in order to make myself sound slightly smarter and older than the nervous schoolkid I felt like. The fact that I didn't know if I was talking to a student or a teacher was also a strange thing...
Well, that's it, "I'm out there, Jerry!" as Kramer might have said, in an entirely different context. Even if I did rather spill the limelight all over my shirt.
posted by europhile @ 12:21
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