The Gunman

It was my first day teaching the pathway program at my school. I'd worked hard in the general ESL program as a rookie, and I'd been promoted to the big leagues. I was feeling good. Teaching pathways meant a new office, a different boss and added responsibility. Students had to pass my course in order…

The Critique

I was flying through my post-graduate Teaching English as a Second Language program. I'd figured out the secret to good grades just the year before in my fifth year of my traditionally four year undergraduate degree program. That's how long it took me to figure out learning, just in time for me to learn how…

The Award

I pulled up in front of my co-worker Amanda's house and took a sip of coffee. Despite the ability to wake up half an hour later than usual this morning, I was as exhausted as ever. At least today was a PD Day, and we wouldn't have to teach. Today would consist of a routine…

The English Teacher

"Alexis, can you please stay and talk to me after class?" My 10th grade English teacher, Ms Borden, asked at the end of class one day. No. I did not want to stay behind. I wanted to beeline to the cafeteria to eat a huge panzerotto. I knew what she was going to say, anyway.…

The Blog

In the third month of my pathway program for international students entering a Canadian post-secondary school, we do a unit on Digital Media. The first reading is, “Blogs as Participatory Media.” “So first of all, what is a blog?” I asked my class to introduce the reading one afternoon. Francesca, my 22 year old student…

The Presentation

It was the day of the first minor presentations of the month in my college pathway program for international students. A relaxing day for me, as I got to sit in the back of the class drinking coffee and taking notes while my young adult students had to teach their classmates about the key principals…

The Offer

All I could see was black as I spun around once, twice, three times. I could hear Spanish music blaring through the speakers to my right. I could smell empanadas and quesadillas behind me. I could feel all eyes on me, in the centre of the room. I gripped the broom stick firmly between my…