I stopped cooking for a living nearly 13 years ago – carpal tunnel problems brought on by those 7 years julienning carrots and 25 bashing computer keyboards for Mr Murdoch, among others.
What to do? Write again? Meh. Translate? Turns out you need a Master’s degree to do this properly in France. Become a security guard? (Seriously, the French dole office person who looked after me had 13 security guard jobs to fill and I was big enough to fill at least two of them).
Well no, I don’t want to be a security guard, I told her, so she sent me off for 20 hours of French lessons. Anything to get me off her books and reduce the employment totals, basically, even though my French was pretty good. I got thrown out of my French class after 17 minutes because I spoke better French than the teacher.
My unemployment counsellor then had a brainwave – become a teacher! An English teacher! Turns out, you also need a Master’s degree to do this in France. Unless, that is, you teach in the private sector.
So I started teaching, with a special discount on my taxes offered by the Government for two years for changing professions.
I taught teenagers who could care less in their homes to start with, then fell in with a few agencies and taught adults in their workplaces – some interesting companies like Alstom and Ubisoft and Astra Zeneca. During this period I had sent my CV on spec to Vatel, the world-famous (no, really) Hotel and Restaurant management school in Nimes. A year after sending it in, I was summoned to an interview and hired on the spot to teach English to First, and then later Second year, students.
And also teach Professional Culture, i.e. the history of French gastronomy what with me having been a professional cook and all.
And also teach Professional News, what with me having been a journalist for all those years.
All these subjects I taught in English to international and in French to French 1st and 2nd year students and the French and International Master’s Preparatory students (three classes), who also got me for Culinary Culture (English and French) and F&B Environment and Professional culture (again all in two languages).
And at the start there were six 1st year classes, six in the 2nd year, I did a Culinary Culture class for the six classes of 3rd year French students, there were 3 French and 3 international preparatory classes. So 24 different classes of students. Most subjects were just 2 hours a week but English was six hours a week.
And my life was full and I worked full-time at one of the most prestigious schools in the industry anywhere in the world.
But over the years the number of students has dwindled and I lost more than half of my work there, so had to turn to other schools to make up my wages. Which should have been easy, except Vatel refused point-blank to change my lesson times. So to do 11 hours of English lessons and 7 hours of other lessons, I would need to go there five days a week. For 18 hours of teaching. Including starting on Monday morning at 9 am, doing two hours of teaching, then coming back in the afternoon for one more hour from 5pm-6pm.
Genius.
So we have parted ways and, I’ve discovered, there’s a national shortage of English teachers in France. Many who were teaching on the black have found it impossible to continue and, without tax records, have been forced back to the UK. Leaving their jobs open for me, thankyouverymuch.
Now I’ll be teaching in three schools, all for either half-days or full-days of teaching. And only English, nothing else. Plus I’ll be teaching in Scarlett and Roxanne’s Montessori middle-school which is just down the road from where we live. And I’ll be at home most Fridays to write, do a spot of online teaching or have a nap.
Most Excellent.