You will have to pardon my tardiness with posting on my blog as of late. I have been busier than I can ever remember getting certified to teach English as a foreign language (TEFL/TESOL- it's the same thing). I arrived in Barva-Heredia, Costa Rica on March 30 and two days later started my TEFL course. Barva is a safe and sleepy little town outside of Heredia, which is a bigger town outside of San Jose, the capital. In case you need a quick briefing, I’m getting my certification, which is recognized worldwide, so I can teach English to non-native speakers. In Costa Rica, you are more likely to be teaching people who are learning English for business and you are most likely going to be teaching at a school designed solely for that purpose. I won’t be going to high schools or elementary schools to teach, there are TEFL schools all over the San Jose area specifically for learning English and nothing more. I've got a plan to try to find work near the coast which is more difficult and competitive but I heard somewhere that patience is a virtue and when there's a will, there's a way so I'm going to give it the ol' college try.
My observations so far on this course? It’s difficult and time consuming. It is much easier to float through life speaking English and never knowing the why’s and how’s as opposed to deconstructing everything and then having to teach it to a class of Spanish speakers. English is quite baffling and often times I’d much rather prefer to tell someone, “well this is just the way it is in English so just memorize it and stop asking questions,” instead of actually having to explain verb patterns or reported speech (English teachers out there know what I’m talking about). I was extremely fortunate in college in that I relatively breezed right through it. Yes, of course, I put time and effort into my creative writing skills however, I never felt an impending weight of urgency or that I might be sprouting some grey hairs over the mass amount of work I had to get done. This TEFL course is typically taught in a college semester. We are doing it in a month. If I haven’t sprouted a few grey hairs from being so incredibly overwhelmed yet, I have at least drunk my body weight in coffee everyday and I have also tapped into my lacking attention span in a whole new way. I’m either so out of practice with being a student (I graduated from college eight years ago) and my attention span has suffered as a result or my possible attention deficit disorder has increased tenfold the older I've gotten. I went to college right after high school so I had spent the majority of my childhood and teens sitting in classrooms habitually paying attention. However, after college, the random classes I may have taken here and there didn’t require the workload that this course does. My attention span and I are very out of touch. We are like distant relatives calling each other from different planets speaking in tongue twisters and rhymes.
|And coffee tastes better because of it!!!|
Keeping my lack of attention at bay is more challenging than not allowing myself to swim if I was at the beach. I find myself at home at night, working on a project for about 20 minutes and then I decide that I deserve a break so I go onto youtube and watch three Beyonce videos which snowballs into watching a random break dancing competition and then all of a sudden 30 minutes have gone by and I’m watching a video of a cat attacking a watermelon. Youtube didn’t exist when I was in college and facebook was just emerging, these two engines provide countless hours of procrastination that I guiltily deem appropriate because I worked really hard on something for all of 20 minutes. It usually goes 20-30 minutes of sort of working hard on homework and lesson plans, then 30-45 minutes of youtubing. Last night, the internet wasn’t working and I was amazed at how much more work I accomplished. Of course, every ten minutes I interrupted my own workflow to try to connect because I really needed to see an obscure video of a lion attacking a person on an elephant that someone had told me about. After unsuccessfully trying to connect to the internet, I would look at photos on my computer or walk around my bedroom much like an animal paces behind its cage in a zoo. It’s a chore for me to concentrate on anything, school work related things even more so. Even when I’m in yoga class I find my mind drifting when I’m supposed to be concentrating on my breathing. Just the other night in a yoga class here, as I diligently tried to clear my mind and focus on breath, my mind started wandering to how little I liked the music that was playing, which made me think of taking yoga classes without any music, then I thought of being a kid in gym class and how our teacher would always play, “When the Saint’s Come Marching In,” which made me think of elementary school and how one time the custodian let me and a few other kids check out the supposedly haunted attic above the stage in the gymnasium which made me remember singing Christmas carols in the gym which made me think that schools probably don’t let you do that anymore since it’s discriminate against all those that don’t celebrate Christmas…….you get the point.
I’m living with a host family here, Maria and Fernando. They are the kindest and sweetest people I
|La Paz Waterfall|
The real upside to my homestay is that I get to continue speaking Spanish every day when I’m not in class. One month in Guatemala and I felt pretty confident but now I fear my Spanish has taken a bit of a beating because I am speaking English in a class for 8 hours 5 days a week. By the end of the day, I’m so mentally drained that it takes me twice as long to think how to speak in Spanish. I had the preterit and the imperfect tenses down (they are two tenses in the past that are challenging for me) by the time I left Guatemala and now I butcher those tenses every time I speak in the past. I mix up verb endings, I say things I don’t mean to say at all, and even some simple vocabulary has retreated to the dark corners of my brain so I grasp at the first word that comes forth even if it's completely wrong. The other day I told Maria that I had skyped with my sister and it was great to see her hair. I meant to say it was great to see her face. I realized this several hours later and never bothered to correct that mistake to Maria. She very well could be thinking that every time I skype with my sister, I am excited to see what her hair looks like, not excited at all to see a familiar and loving face on the screen. Needless to say after this course is over, I plan on enrolling in a Spanish class again so that I don’t tell someone I’m chatting with that I like to see my sister’s hair when we skype.
I have decided to stay here and look for a teaching job in Costa Rica. I initially thought I would get certified here and go elsewhere, however, I really like it here. There is a cultural politeness that far exceeds most other countries I’ve ever visited. I could stand to learn a few things in that realm. People are more relaxed here too, there’s less stress. I’m still learning how to chill out and relax; Ticos (what Costa Ricans call themselves) are good teachers for that. This is the last week of my TEFL course, next week I set out to search for jobs on the coast. As I mentioned, they are scarce and competitive positions but I'm determined to live my dream here which consists of three objectives; teaching English, living near the ocean and continuing to progress in Spanish. One of my favorite Rumi quotes is, "Whatever you are seeking is seeking you," so keep your fingers crossed that those three things I'm seeking are perhaps also seeking me.
|A little day trip to La Paz Waterfall and Volcan Poas warranted some yoga.|
|TEFL/TESOL certified teachers coming soon to a beach near you! |
Puerto Rico meets USA meets Canada!