I'm not actually qualified as a teacher yet, but nonetheless had a first lesson which is permanently seared into my memory - on an overseas placement (ostensibly as an assistant!) which I undertook for experience prior to my PGCE, teaching English at a primary school in Turkey. Since I wasn't qualified, I wasn't really supposed to be taking lessons by myself, and certainly not in my first week - the school didn't appear to realise that. On the Monday, my head of department appeared not to have got herself organised yet, and I ended up sitting around the staffroom all day because the one person who was supposed to be telling me what to do didn't know. On the Tuesday and Wednesday she still hadn't told me anything - the other teachers could see that I was bored stiff so some of them invited me to observe their lessons. On the Thursday morning the HoD told me "You've got sixth grade next lesson - you haven't got anything prepared, have you?" Well guessed - if you're only going to give me ten minutes' notice, I'm not particularly likely to have. She gave me the vaguest possible indication of the level of prior knowledge the kids were likely to possess, and somehow I managed to blag my way through the lesson. It didn't help that my watch had ceased functioning the day after I arrived, I hadn't found anywhere to obtain a new one and there was no clock in the classroom - so I had no idea when the bell was going to go, and having got through things fairly quickly (it turned out that their English was rather better than I'd been told to expect) I was desperately trying to stretch out proceedings until it did.