Assuming we get a fully fledged trailer sometime this year, what are you imagining it'll look like?
I'm thinking the opening shot will show something buried in the sand emerging, or that it'll be following a bird, like a hawk or falcon soaring over the landscape. Otherwise I have no idea how Bethesda will potentially show the first glimpses of the game.
Sorry in advance for the silly question I just dunno how to proceed:
TLDR: No certs, just a little experience, can I has job without CELTA?
I want to move up in the industry, and I have 10 months of experience as a volunteer ESL tutor in two elementary schools, and 8 months of experience in a non-esl focused tutoring program. Overall I planned lessons, worked with multiple students, and have some experience with classroom management, marking, etc.
I'd love to get another job (not overseas or anything) where I can teach ESL to elementary aged kids, but I lack cerification. The volunteer agency that I was with provided me with no guidance, or training, I was essentially left on my own, and I want to know what further steps to take to be a better teacher.
I know CELTA is the only one worth getting, but could I reasonably get a paid position with what experience I have, and non-celta online ESL course?
I would love any feedback you can yeet my way :>
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Hate and Apathy
Apathy crystallizes, sugary hatred is still a tired way to feel the day. Tendrils poke past slats of clean appliances and conquer new dust and bits of food stuffs who thrive in the dark, these bore me to no end,
at all, at all, no end, no end all at its end skin molts off my brain seeing is blind-out and sight is believing denials, will I turn away or loop deeper into a soft unspoken hatred? Curved, smooth, all heavy a tiny gold anchor swung from my ears? Or a fat slab of petrified wood which smells of pine and sandalwood and sweet rains?
I don't know, no clues for me can you lend, can I borrow you (many apologies I cradle your inconvenienced self as I putter around in denials of invisible-ness no,
no fuck you eat my dead succulent) and take a tour it's all on a mountain a legendary peak a pike of grey blah blah gold anchors on its plateau dirty pain and escalators, tiny joys with silver
rivers lined up threaded through wet pink thinking slats seven dollar coffee it's the most greatest joy the least of “I can't afford.”
Drinked up cups and doodled sticky notes, the greatest things in the world.