Torstai 🇫🇮 Fimmtudagur 🇮🇸

Using a book to teach English is not the worst idea. Nevertheless, considering the book as the sole source and neglecting creative deviations from the syllabus is not advisable. Authors of language books often claim their approach is the best, asserting that it provides learners with a solid foundation for building a rich vocabulary and strong language skills. However, what exactly constitutes this foundation? In what order should grammatical, semantical, and syntactical elements be presented? To what extent should teachers delve into details while imparting information and knowledge to learners?

Answering these questions is challenging, not just because I'm a novice in teaching English but also because CELTA highlighted something essential that should be at the core of language teaching and learning. A clear understanding of students ' needs can be achieved through pre-teaching interviews, where teachers define learners' goals, habits, and the optimal teaching approach. Teachers can ensure a steady learning pace and motivate learners by enhancing and tuning each class's syllabus.

But I mustn't get carried away and forget myself and the purpose of this very blog entirely by wallowing in topics such as teaching methodology and things that I have very little understanding of.

I completed my next lesson plan for tomorrow. We'll review the previous lessons and practice how to form a question in English, what word order means, and how to use the language properly. After checking my student's homework, I devised two tasks to help her understand the previously mentioned topics. Fingers crossed that she'll like it.

The gas man - not the man whose back passage is leaking - came today to check the 24-year-old boiler, the soul of our central heating system. Even though the device is old, it's been functioning without any glitches, and the fact that none of its parts have needed replacement or mending says how great of a choice it had been. The regular checkup cost a few bobs, and I couldn't help but wonder how great of a choice it had been for me not to learn some manual work back then when I'd had been at the beginning of my career building. I quickly dismissed these thoughts since this was merely pondering about something clearly hypothetical.

Anyhoo, this is it for today, I'm afraid, so bye all.

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