Well, it’s official. I am a teacher, or uchitelka in Czech. I graduated from TEFL Worldwide on Friday, and was presented with my very own TEFL Certificate. My final grade was “strong pass”, which means I totally kicked ass. In fact on my review for my final lesson, Terry said I was on of his best teachers. Never mind the fact he was reprimanding me for turning in a half ass lesson plan, he still said it. So there.
Oh, and I am homeless. I turned in my keys to The Villa yesterday and am sofa surfing. Okay, not quite. I am still living at The Villa, just on the down low. Two of my roommates are not moving out until Wednesday so I am staying in my room until then. I hope to have found an apartment by then – if I can pay for it. I totally think they screw Americans looking for places here. But such is life. Summer and I are looking for a three bedroom (her friend Joey being the third) but if that doesn’t pan out then we are going to split. The boys found a great place and had a house warming so I might be sleeping on their couch soon enough. And so will about four or five other folks. Cool. It’s like the dorm experience I always avoided.
As for work I am not super concerned. It seems pretty easy to find a job here. I have sent out my resume to three or four schools and have an interview lined up for this week. It’s kind of scary but fun at the same time. Like going out on a blind date…um…if you had to teach your date how to speak English. Right. I don’t know where I was going with that whole thing. (As a matter of fact, I just got a text from a school. It looks like I can start working on Wed!)
The last day of school was great. Some schools came to sweet talk us into working for them, and then we were free until 6:00, at which time we had a champagne party and the official handing out of the certificates. Pete handed out each certificate told a little personal antidote about each of us. It was actually very sweet.
After the ceremony was over we went to the bar next door to continue the celebration. This is where it starts to get interesting kids. I (of course) brought my camera and wanted to get some shots of my man Terry and the honorary Rolling Stone, Pete. Have you ever bit into a chocolate and been so happily surprised that you couldn’t keep from giggling with glee? Well, that is akin to the feeling I had when I asked Pete to please take a picture with me. He looked at me and said with his British accent, “Shall I be Keith or Mick?” (Thank you god.) He lit a cigarette and fluffed up his mullet, and posed for a picture. I swear to all that is holy, the man must practice at home in front of the mirror or something. He spent the next ten minutes or so posing with all of the recent TEFL grads. I have one shot of him licking Jeffrey’s leather pants. The party continued onwards to the Dog’s Bollocks, a little restaurant/bar in the center of town. It was getting pretty rowdy at this point. I myself had not eaten all day. By the time we got to the Bollocks I had had a beer and two glasses of champagne. I was well on my way to having a memorable, non-memorable evening.
I was really excited that Terry and Pete came along. I had kind of bonded with Terry over the last couple of days. Summer, Olivia and I had drinks with him after our final teaching session and we are now Terry’s Be-yotches. Having an English man say it is really funny. Anyway, I was glad to be able to hang out with them in a fun setting. They are really cool…for British guys.
I think we spent about two or three hours there. I had a couple of pints and Aidan bought me a shot of Yeager. Right, Yeager. As one of the only kids on the course who is old enough to have seen “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” in the theatre (a fact that freaks them out every time) I have to do my best to keep up. And I do pretty well if I do say so myself. I had lots of practice in San Francisco with the Tranny Shack crew. Anyway, I think it was about 11:00 when we left and headed for my Mecca – a karaoke bar.
With Pete leading us through the winding streets of Old Town, we found a Karaoke Bar. Now for those of you who know my passion for the sport, let me just explain that Karaoke in Prague is a little different. Apparently the favorite song of all Czech people is “New York, New York”, because we heard it about eight times. And hearing it in a Czech accent, well, I don’t really have the words. So, of course, I have to get right in there. I decided that Davy and I should do a little Summer Nights. It’s always a crowd pleaser and Davy knew all of the moves. And, Pete promised to sing.
Summer Nights was great. It got the whole place up and moving. But it was not until Pete’s debut that I truly witnessed greatness. The man was drunk and stoned and absolutely amazing. His first song (first!) was “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me”. Priceless. Next, “Wonderwall”, to be followed by the Czech favorite about the big apple. Now I have to explain to you all that at 11:30, it started costing us 100kc per song to sing. The KJ was a jackass. He kept telling me how great I was and then picking my songs for me and the charging me. Bitch! On top of that, everyone was amped for Pete to sing and he wasn’t paying so…sweet Davy and I foot the bill. Well, it was worth it, as you can see.
About 3am, we started to make our way to the tram. We made a brief stop at the hot dog stand for some grub. I only had one hot dog, (or for you peeps back in the states – a big ass sausage) but our man Decan ate three of them in concession. Quite a feat. When the tram came we squished on and tried our best not to fall asleep on the way home. By the time my head hit pillow it was about 4:30 in the morning.
I love Prague. The only city where the beer is cheaper than water.
Oh, and I will post the pictures as soon as i can establish a connection that let’s me. But trust me…it’s worth checking back for.