Miriam

Wherever you travel, wherever you roam, you’ll never find what you left behind: your loved ones and your home.

Sometimes things happen all at once September 17, 2007

Filed under: mexico — mitzyg @ 11:28 am

A lot has happened since I last wrote.  Last time I was despairing because I had no job, no house, and didn’t know anyone in town.  Well, last Thursday I dropped off my CV with a company, had an interview that afternoon, and was hired the next morning.  Yay!  Henceforth, my employer shall probably be known as The Company or Inc. or Co.  or something like that.  I mean, probably not too hard to figure out who I am if you find this page but less easily googleable at least.  Of course I’m sure I’ll have nothing but stellar things to say about them : ) but just in case it’s good to be a bit circumspect.  Anyway, so it’s a really good company.  They are very legit.  They hire most of their teachers from abroad instead of by walk in, which is unusual in many Mexican language schools.  Hence, most of the teachers are trained and have some experience.  It’s run by a European in a European way, which is nice.  That means that paycheques are always on time and the business side of things is run much more like I am accustomed to.  They get the FM3 for you (the type of visa you need in order to work legally) and they do regular evaluations (every three months) to give constructive criticism and possibly a pay raise.  It’s salaried, so you always get the same amount every month.  The curriculum is a bit strange and the teaching situation doesn’t always seem ideal, so there are definitely some drawbacks that I can already see, but I had a long orientation with the DoS (Director of Studies) this morning and he seems really realistic about the situation and what you can expect to achieve in your classes, and he has a lot of good suggestions for making the curriculum work for you.  I like him: very professional, smart, but with a good sense of humour and a healthy sense of skepticism and sarcasm.  So, I started this morning.  I had my orientation this morning and this afternoon I’ll observe the three different varieties of in-house classes: vocab, grammar, and conversation.  These kinds of classes will be most of what I’m teaching.  The other kind of class I’ll be teaching are in-business group classes.  These are more traditional style classes that follow a textbook and for which I am responsible for preparing a lesson plan (the in-house classes are already completely prepared and we just show up and walk them through it, more like tutors than teachers).  I’m starting off with a two hour business class twice a week, but because of my “finance background,” I’ll probably be getting more and more of those.  I’m happy about that, because I think it will be nice to have a mix of no prep and prep classes (a lot of people only do the in house no prep classes).  So, I have my first business class tomorrow at a local factory and then five hours back to back of in house in the afternoon.  My schedule for most days looks something like 7 – 9 in the morning and 4 – 9 in the afternoons.  Pretty normal split shifts for TEFL, although not exactly desirable.

The other great thing about getting this job is that they really try to take care of their teachers, so when I let them know that I was staying in a hostel, they got right onto it and asked around about flats for me.  Turns out one of the newish teachers had just moved into a flat about five minutes from where I had been staying and her landlord/roommate was still looking to fill the other room.  I came round that evening, had a really nice time meeting the teacher and the roommate, and moved in the next morning.  So since Saturday I’ve been living in this really nice flat just a couple of blocks from the main city centre (so not right in the middle of things, but in a central residential neighbourhood just a very short walk from most things).  It’s also only a half an hour walk to work, so completely doable and also an enforced two hours of light exercise every day.  Perfect, really.  And if it’s a really bad day (really cold, I have a cold, etc) I think a taxi is only about three dollars.  So not an everyday thing but definitely doable if circumstances deem it advisable.  Also, the walk from school to home goes right by a Gigante supermarket and home is just around the corner from the main mercado in town, which is kind of like a mix between a farmer’s market and a flea market, complete with butchers and florists and even a seafood restaurant.  My roommates are the other teacher who is 23 and from Massachusetts.  She’s a fluent Spanish speaker and was teaching for a year before this in Spain.  She reminds me a lot of my cousin Ayla.  The other is 29 and from Veracruz.  She works in a pharmaceutical plant outside of town.  She speaks very passable English, so conversation in the house is pretty bilingual: often when she’s speaking to me she’ll speak in English and when the two of them are speaking it together it varies but is mostly Spanish.  It’s great for me.  If we’re all talking together, the language changes almost with every sentence.  I’m hoping that this will help me with my listening.  I’m trying to speak as much as I can, as well.  Some of the other teachers at work take private lessons with this one woman and I’m going to see if I can get on her schedule; twice a week grammar and vocab lessons would be really helpful.  I’m trying what I can online, but most of the material is oriented towards true beginners and Spanish from Spain.  But it’s helping a little bit.

The other main thing that has happened lately is that it was the holiday celebrating Mexican Independence Day this past weekend.  Tons of red, white, and green everywhere, lots of fireworks, lots of people dressed in costume.  But that is going to have to wait until another post.  I need to go look at the curriculum for my factory class tomorrow morning.

 

Querétaro September 6, 2007

Filed under: mexico — mitzyg @ 5:43 pm

Well, some things have changed since I last wrote anything.  I finished the course (yay!) on Friday.  I managed to pull off the Pass B, which only two of us out of nine got.  We had a great, completely lazy weekend of laying on the beach.  We even rented chairs under palapas; it felt very luxurious.  Then early on Monday morning I caught a flight from Cancun to Mexico City (known around here as the DF, or simply Mexico) and then a bus from the airport to Querétaro, which is where I am now.  It’s a really nice city.  It has been voted the cleanest and safest city in Mexico.  It’s an old colonial city with a lot of historically important buildings and old narrow winding cobblestoned streets.  It’s apparently a popular tourist destination for traveling Mexicans.  I haven’t seen too many other non Mexicans here, except for a girl living at the hostel from Wyoming and her friend who’s from Washington.  They’re both ESL teachers and have been very helpful with lists of schools and such.  Generally, I like it here.  It’s beautiful, has a nice atmosphere, has sidewalk cafes and restaurants that I can actually afford, and the people seem really nice.

I’ve started looking for work, but true to form, have done so fairly half-heartedly.  I always forget how much I absolutely hate looking for work.  The whole process is just awful.  I’ve only dropped off two resumes so far.  I tried to drop off two more today but at one place they had already closed and at the other they hadn’t opened yet.  If someone handed me a job that came with a family homestay I think that would just about make my day.  One of the hardest things for me has been that I don’t speak Spanish.  Both the USian girls from the hostel are pretty fluent and have Mexican boyfriends that they speak Spanish with, so even with them I can rarely understand the conversation unless the boyfriends are away.  Shopkeepers are pretty nice about it.  When I don’t understand they slow down and use simple words that I can understand, which is actually kind of nice compared to Playa where they just started speaking English to you.  But applying for jobs has been the worst.  Even though I am applying to English schools and bilingual high schools, the people at the front desk never know any English, nor do they seem to have the gift of simplifying their language.  Today, for instance, I went to drop my CV at a bilingual high school.  I told the woman at the front desk that I wanted to apply for a job, that I was an English teacher.  I had my CV in hand.  So she starts rattling off a list of things or a flat denial or something, I really can’t tell.  I look at her blankly and shrug my shoulders, a stupid smile on my face.  So she launches into it again, at the same speed only slightly louder this time.  I still have obviously no idea what she’s talking about.  So she hands me a list of the things a student would need in order to register at the school and what the school fees are (at least I’m almost positive that’s what they were).  I say, No, I’m a teacher of English.  I want to teach.  She points at the paper again and goes over her speech yet another time.  So I just hand her my CV and walk out.  I still have no idea what she was saying.  And that is the really frustrating bit.  And no matter how hard I concentrate and will myself to understand, most times I just don’t.  I listen when people are speaking to each other, trying to pick up on things.  I’m reading Spanish magazines and newspapers, which helps me with my vocabulary a little bit.  But no matter how hard I try it just doesn’t happen.  Yes, I know, Rome wasn’t built in a day, but didn’t Rome need to find a job?  Didn’t he want friends, or at least to be able to talk to people in cafes?  I think it’s especially frustrating here because all the foreigners I’ve seen speak very good Spanish, definitely enough to have lengthy conversations with native speakers.  I think this is one reason I’m so interested in a homestay right now, even though it’s completely unlikely.  When you’re living with a family it’s easier to pick up on the every day little things people say to each other.  You have to communicate, so you just take your time and make it work.  Also, you have an immediate entry into society: you know people who know people.  I know, I know, as soon as I get a little more settled, perhaps when I find a job, I too will know people here.  But that shortcut sounds amazingly appealing right now.  Too bad it’s not really an option.

Anyway, so I’m heading to the DF tomorrow to meet up with some of the girls from the CELTA programme.  We’re staying at a hostel near the zocalo and seeing the sights for the weekend.  One of them just got a job at Guadalajara University, so she’s pretty excited.  Hopefully being around some friendly faces will help me feel more positive about the situation. And I know that everything will work out, that I’ll find work where I’m meant to, that I’ll find a place to live, and maybe eventually I’ll even find some people to hang out with.  That would be great.  Because this city is just too beautiful not to be shared with other people.  How much better would a sidewalk cafe in front of a beautiful Baroque garden be if I were sitting with someone else?  So I’m not too terribly depressed about it or anything and I know it will be fine eventually.  Hell, who knows?  Maybe I’ll even start to learn some Spanish sometime.  It just takes time and the limbo is the worst part.