Friday, February 15, 2008

The Elements of Style

So, I am starting a collection of English "rules" that are helpful in the classroom. These are little tidbits that...welll...I make up as I go along. For instance: did you know that 'were' always comes before a verb in the -ing form? Or that the definite article "the" always accompanies a noun if you can see the noun in question? Nevermind silly sentences like "I like running" or "Look at that whale whose name is Mr Splashy Pants": these are nonsensical because they do not follow the fundamental laws of Winglish.

Here is a sample of the Winglish contract I present to my students after they recognize how special my treatment of the English language is:

Rule number 1:
NEVER, under any circumstances, question the rule-making expertise of your English teacher.

Rule number 2:
Refrain from mentioning rules that are taught to you in class to any outside parties who command an equal or more advanced understanding of the English language as/than yourself.


Rule number Three:
When writing numbers with "less than one syllable" (so spoketh the prophet) always spell the number with conventional Roman letters. [this rule is especially applicable to mute and/or hearing impaired students].

Rule number 4A:
When a word ends in -ed, it is in the past. (Little known fact: you can never really see 'red' only the impact it leaves on the world, kind of like dark matter.)

Rule number 4B:
Words ending in -ed always have a soft 't' sound at the end. (I have yet to meet a student who has commanded this rule and has remained unappreciated by native speakers.)

Rule number 5:
Saying you 'used to' do something is akin to making a squiggly line above a straight line and drawing random Xs in red pen.

Rule number 6:
never underestimate the importance of a new vocabulary word such as: sterilization, witch-doctor, masturbation, decapitation, freak-out, stewardess, and animal sacrifice.

Rule number 7:
The most important uses of English are often the most bizzarre, such as describing the pain of coffee burns in the genital region to medical personnel and arguing for the prohibition of Amazonian hallucinogens.

Rule number 8:
Perhaps the most important rule to remember: in Englsih, words are not spelled like they sound. (period)

Rule number 9:
If a word ends in the letter 'e' then the correct pronunciation of the word is made by saying the English name of every vowel in the word. For instance, plan and pl-A-ne, bit and b-I-te, courage and....C ooo...uuuu....r...A-ge [Good job! just say it faster...so no one can tell what you are saying.]

Rule number 10:
There is no word in the English language than cannot be adequately explained through some variety of flailing hands and arms and the shaking of the head.


So there are only ten rules so far...more are certainly to come as lessons continue.

In other news:


There is a severe gypsy problem in the Czech Republic. Although I have never seen one, the locals swear that they are born and bred thieves, pimps, murderers and scallywags. According to my colleague in the field, the beautiful Bethany Scharnowske, 'times is hard' for gypsy folk and they supplement their income through the illegal smuggling of pheasant carcasses.


A genie lives in the subway station near my apartment. He wears all neon orange clothing (sweatpants, tunic, turban [honestly, a real turban] and slip on sneakers) and digs through the morning garbage for the daily newspaper. He has eluded my camera's eye so far but I am hot on his trail. I am orchestrating a sting operation wherein I will throw away a newspaper and wait nearby with a bronze oil lamp with which to capture the unsuspecting Arabic refugee.


More pictures are coming soon. There really is a lot to see; the dark dirtiness of this European pearl is intriguing.






Sunday, February 3, 2008

Now I Have a Job...


These last two weeks have been hectic. Bethany and I both just started full-time jobs working for two different corporations here in Prague. I am working for the Caledonian School www.caledonianschool.cz. They are a huge language firm that sends over 300 employees out to teach in-company lessons at some of Prague’s largest corporate headquarters. I work at the Citibank building, Vodaphone headquarters, Hewlett-Packard, the Honeywell Aerospace center, and various smaller insurance and financial firms. It is exciting to be able to go into the board rooms of these major companies.

Vodaphone has the coolest building by far with shark tanks, concept furniture, pool tables and mazes of glass walls. I have stumbled into a dead-end glass box on more than one occasion because I find myself following the string of little red arrows that are painted all over the walls, floor and ceiling; As far as I can tell they serve absolutely no purpose and serve only to lead the unsuspecting into corners. Somewhere some surveillance officer is chuckling away as the hordes of visitors mindlessly follow the promising arrow trails only to end up lost and alone in a glass prison. I wish I could take a picture of this oddity but Borlov the security guard would not be pleased.

Teaching business English is pretty cool but we have so many classes and we have to travel so much that there is really no time to be creative with the lessons. However, I am meeting some very flavorful characters. I teach one class (for two hours!) sitting in the passenger seat of Mercedes, not the ideal resource center for a dynamic lesson. I can already see that this line of work has some ups and downs. I have talked to a few teachers who are thoroughly jaded and tired of the endless travel, cocky executives and time crunches, which has been a downer. Either way, this is certainly shaping up to be a unique experience.

Getting a work permit is also proving to be quite ‘unique’. Just so you have a taste…for some reason a German consulate needs a signed document from our Czech landlord (whom we have never met) so that our Czech Republic criminal record, which we had to obtain by waiting in a line with a bunch of dodgey Russians and Vietnamese, can be verified and combined with a medical examination to be processed at the foreign embassy in Dresden. I feel some of Kafka’s frustrated pain expressed in the Trial now that I have to deal with European bureaucratic nonsense.

I really have to question the usefulness of all this foreign records criminal checking and whatnot. If I had accumulated a hefty criminal record within two weeks of being in the Czech Republic, one large enough to bar me from employment, it would be safe to say that I came with the intent of committing crimes. If I was the aforementioned criminal, would I really be the kind of person willing to go through all this crap to apply for a job as an English teacher? I am sure I could make more cash committing petty crimes but, reflecting on Czech punishment history, I would prefer to keep my skin un-flayed for the moment.

This has to be mentioned and there is really no way of inserting it within a thread of thought. There is a guy at the gym we attend who has a huge tattoo on his calf of himself carrying a flaming rugby ball.

Finally, due to my re-structuring of daily tasks in order to conserve time, Bethany has requested a special addendum be attached to this entry:

“I am a dirty bum and I don’t shower anymore”.

Check out the "Prague 3" picture album on Picasa. The giant iron babies crawling on the sides of the Zizkov tower are my personal favorite (…what!?) but the local graffiti is also pretty good.

Best wishes from Prague,

The beer is cheap! The smell is free!

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