Teaching German In Italy For All The Wrong Reasons by The Giramondo

Guest post alert! I got to write a piece about my teaching experience in Italy for the ever so sassy travel blog How Not to Travel Like a Basic Bitch – one of my favourites. See my musings below and find out why I’m the least qualified teacher on the planet:

How Not To Travel Like A Basic Bitch

When I applied for an internship abroad in Italy, it was for all the wrong reasons. I was in the midst of a personal drama, I had no job, no plan and wanted nothing more desperately than to leave it all behind. As a German-Italian who was born and raised in Germany, I’d always wanted to live in Italy for a while – so this opportunity to work for a cultural institution in Tuscany seemed almost too good to be true. Looking back, maybe I should have been suspicious – after all, shouldn’t it be much harder to get a job that sounds like a dream come true? Without hesitation, I set off on my new adventure – without a clue that I would end up working for a wheel-dealer whose exploitation was far from limited to his interns.

Teaching German Abroad-Italy

My workplace was a German cultural institution based in the small…

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Meeting the unknown species in Italy

Unlike many girls my age, I have never been much of a kids kind of person. Tiny animals, yes! Tiny humans… well, not so much. Obviously, my mid-twenties are biologically forcing me to marvel at drooling newborns and “awww” at kids dressed up like Elsa, but this is pretty much where my excitement for the world of children comes to an end. Needless to say I have never EVER thought of myself as a teacher. And still – in a very urgent need to leave Germany and plunge into yet another adventure abroad, I signed up for an internship that allowed/forced me to be just that: a teacher. Continue reading