I needed to earn more money, so I applied to a company called VIPkids. This company teaches English to Chinese children as young as 4 years old. It's a one-on-one lesson for half an hour and they have a lesson the teacher goes over with great animation and props, like hand puppets or magnetic letters.
I've done all the training and preparation and have been waiting to be booked for a class. Today, around noon, I got a message saying a last-minute class had been scheduled with a student named Ci Jei.
I practiced the class. I carefully placed the props around my desk and I tested my headphones and the internet link.
I've been sick since last week with a sinus infection, so I placed a glass of water nearby when I saw that I needed to sing a hello song, the alphabet song and a goodbye song, but I knew my singing voice wasn't the important thing. I needed to be energetic and animated.
I signed onto the class promptly at 2:30. Before me was a mother holding her young son (Ci Jei, I'm assuming) and an older son.
Ci Jei wanted nothing to do with this. He started crying almost immediately, so I picked up my fake microphone and started singing the hello song. He ran out the door and slammed it behind him.
I knew I needed to persevere, so the older brother hopped in to take over. As I was introducing the alphabet, I felt my nose start to run. I reached over and grabbed my tissue that I left nearby to wipe off a white board.
Oh, no. It wasn't a runny nose, it was a bloody nose. A red stream trickled down my upper lip and I
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No, it's a nose, not a sorry.
The nose bleed must have continued for 15 minutes. I finally excused myself, tore the head phones off and ran into the nearby bathroom for a roll of toilet paper. Then I returned and continued to teach the class to the big brother.
The way to get more classes is to earn stars from the families that I teach. I'm pretty certain that this mother with her crying son was traumatized by the copious amounts of blood flowing from my nose.
At least if I start with such a dire beginning, it has to get better, right?