As those who read my Sunday post will know, I had my first 1-2-1 Portuguese lesson with my new teacher Teresa on Monday night. And it all started off in the worst possible way.
I don’t know her part of town very well, so I asked the bus driver to alert me when I needed to get off. It’s about a 15-minute ride. I reminded him once half-way. It was not busy on the bus. I was sitting in the first row behind him to the far right, so I was somewhere in his peripheral vision. And he forgot about me. He seemed embarrassed, but did not apologise.
So, I stomped off the bus in a huff and trudged back about three stops, only to discover that I’d taken the wrong map with me which didn’t cover that part of town. Ahrgh! There were plenty of people about, though, and by asking for directions, I found the right street without much trouble. Because I’d left home very early, so I was still good for time and not overly stressed at that point.
…until I realised that I’d left my diary with Teresa’s address and phone number at home. I remembered the house number, but it was a block of flats the size of the Forbidden City and with about as many entrances as an African termite mound. The thought that I was languishing right outside her apartment, and that she was waiting for me somewhere upstairs was vexatious, to say the least. It was one of those rare moments when I wished I had Wassapp…
There was a language school directly opposite, and it appeared to be open. All flustered and with my glasses steamed up, I stumbled in, and explained my pathetic situation to the woman at reception, asking if I could use her computer to access my email.
Not only was she happy to help me out, but she also offered me a job teaching English.
What cruel irony, I thought, that in a country with an unemployment rate of over 25% (and 56% youth unemployment!) somebody like me, by the sole virtue of being a foreigner (with the “right” skin and hair colour, I presume) can just walk into a school at random, all frazzled and really NOT at her best, and be offered a job they’re not even qualified for. I should mention that, at this point, she’d not heard a word of English out of me. When I told her I was German, her eyes grew even wider, as “there were no German teachers in Toledo” and she was overrun with enquiries.
Anyway, by this time, I’d actually managed to get hold of my teacher – phew! – so I took the school’s card (just in case) and dashed back across the road.
The lesson itself was great. Insanely painful, yes, but great. I’ve written before about how much I detest language classes. To say that I’m a reluctant speaker is putting it mildly. Every fibre and neuron in my body seizes up, my mush brain goes blank, I get into a strop with myself, and then I switch off and let the others get on with it. In a 1-2-1 setting, though, chickening out doesn’t really work, you’ve just got to push through it.
As anticipated, I was struggling with accent issues, as Teresa’s from Lisbon and so far I’d been studying Brazilian Portuguese. I was relieved I understood a fair amount of what she was saying, and that I was able to respond. Well, sort of.
I found that thanks to playing that silly Duolingo, I actually had some vocab to toss into my incoherent bleatings. Also, seeing as Portugal is so close, literally just down the river from me, it would be a crying shame if, after putting in all this effort, I couldn’t couldn’t communicate with my immediate neighbours. I’m more likely to make frequent trips to Portugal than Brazil. They’ve got good cakes there, I’ve been told 😉
So, the upshot is that I’m very excited about my fresh start with Portuguese. I’m thrilled about actually having spoken some Portuguese (entire sentences, even!) to a native speaker, and I’ll be back there next Monday.
Congratulations! But don’t you have a mobile phone?? Who carries a diary these days? 😉 I thought you’d want to save the bloody trees…
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I know, I know…
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I do have a mobile phone, but I had not put Teresa’s number in
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It was the nerves 😉
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Am usually fairly organised… but this was an epic fail 😉
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At least you got there in the end! Are you going to take the school up on their offer?
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Hmmm…. I might contact them to see if they do conversation classes for adults. I don’t want to teach kids and I don’t want to prepare people for exams. And I don’t want any thickos either.
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High standards indeed 😉 Conversation classes can be tricky! Different levels, different interests…
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I better stick to my intercambios 😉
A slight tangent: What kind of English do they speak in Malta? Do you know anything about that?
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I imagine they’re pretty good! It’s one of their official languages. My best friend is moving there in Feb so I’ll have more info then! 🙂
You could give the convo classes a go! Depends on the group – as always. You tend to get different people showing up all the time though.
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Well, I’d be really interested in that. Does she have a blog?! If not, why not?!? 😉
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He, and no! He works for an online gaming company and it’s moving so he’s going too! I am definitely planning to visit!
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What a superb place to relocate to 😉
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Tell me about it!
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You SHOULD teach English. I am downright delighted by your use of ‘vexatious.’
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I wouldn’t mind teaching conversation to adults who are actually interested. But most of these school teach children *shudder* or young adults who need to pass exams. That would just kill it for me.
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What an adventure…never knew learning a language could be so profitable…maybe I should try to learn German in the Canaries, get lost and they’ll offer me a job teaching Italian! 🙂
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It’s not as improbable as it seems, let me tell you!!! 😉
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Too true!!! Canarys here I com 😉
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Oh my goodness! Stress! I write everything down in my diary as well, totally lost without it. Though I am also totally lost without whatsapp, it’s one of my main connections home. And, damn you must be good to be offered a job teaching English without saying one word! Though, like you say, the irony is cruel. Good luck with the Portuguese!
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I was also thinking…I’m not sure I’d want to learn anything at that school, going by their …erm… rigorous selection process, lol!
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Congrats on surviving (and getting a job!). Keep that card — you might need it some day.
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Indeed, you never know when these things come in handy.
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Wow, stressful! But at least you got a blog post out of it. Glad you enjoyed the lesson!
I wish I could find jobs that easily… 😉
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Wait till I actually need to look for a job – then watch me get nowhere!
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So glad you made it and that it went well! Also you should really invest in a smartphone with map and contact apps! Also why not teach? That would be kind of awesome.
Yay Portuguese! 🙂
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True… but right now, I’m paying six bucks for my cellphone a month, and I’m online all day from home, so it’s quite nice to get away from it when I’m out. Unless there’s an emergency, of course! Eventually, I’ll have to upgrade…
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Yeah, I do get the appeal of being truly ‘offline’, but I don’t know how many times the gps saved my butt!
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Stop being so nervous about speaking! Follow Benny’s example – fail quickly, fail often, and use those as learning experiences!
(And one of these days, I’ll take my own advice.)
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I’m totally scared of Benny!
I am speaking. She’s forcing me, that bitch 😉
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Just keep thinking of the Portuguese cakes and it’ll all be worthwhile, I promise 🙂
I’m seriously impressed with your bravery anyway. I did look at Duolingo but couldn’t be pestered to play more than 5mins- I always want short cuts! And now it keeps sending me reminders and making me feel guilty and idle! Me! How dare it? 🙂 🙂
Unbelievable about the job offer. But you never know…
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You can turn off the reminders. Just go to your main page, click on “weekly progress” on the right hand side, and uncheck “daily reminder email.
There are no short cuts. None.
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On your tangent, here’s a link to a blog about Malta: http://gozocalling.wordpress.com/2013/06/14/erica-learning-maltese/
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Love tangents, thanks 🙂
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“Children” (shudder!). Ha, ha! Love it. I feel exactly the same way. I am a teacher, but I teach only those who have (more or less) reached the Age of Reason. Am looking forward to Portuguese Cakes with great anticipation.
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They’re all around 30 yrs old…?
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I wish.
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The problem with teaching children is that you also have to deal with their parents, who want to know why little Maria or Mario isn’t reading Shakespeare and speaking with a Received Pronunciation accent after three lessons??
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that always cracks me up. I’ve no direct dealings with this, but I hear about those distorted expectations all the time. It takes the little blighters five years of total surround sound to speak their mother tongue in an intelligible way. One hour a week of English isn’t going to do the same thing!
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Hmmm, maybe there’s a reason you were offered that job. I’d be curious. Good luck with your lessons!
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Yes, the reason being that they’re totally desperate, lol.
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Bravo on finding your teacher and for speaking Portugese to a native speaker. When I would take Italian classes, I would get so flustered and nervous all the words came out like, Frsjfdrw Pdew3scw. I couldn’t even converse in any meaningful way.
I don’t know why I was nervous. I mean, she was a teacher. Of Italian. I’m sure she expected me to make mistakes.
Do you like the Duolingo app? I have it, but it seems like it’s for beginners.
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I’m always nervous as hell in the beginning, even with a teacher… I think it’s quite normal. Annoying, though. Gotta push through it, there’s no other way, sigh.
Yes, I’m on duolingo, if you wan to add me as a friend, my user ID is SimoneBa 🙂
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You’re a great writer, you have had me chuckling and giggling while I catch up with your blog. Really, you must try out all the patisseries in Lisbon and surrounds. Every area has its own variation of a type of cake, so of course purely for educational purposes you have to sample them everywhere you go.
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Oh, I’m absolutely planning to! You’ve no idea what lengths I will go through purely for educational purposes… erm… 😉
I’m so hoping Lisboa for Christmas comes off!
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Very vexatious… So what you’re saying is I should dye my hair blond and catch a plane while mumbling repeatedly the following words “The Rain in Spain stays mainly in the Plain, by George”
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And maybe you could wear a monocle….
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He he
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