Should I teach ESL?
Sometimes I think to myself “I can’t believe I’m teaching ESL to children for a living”. Growing up, never one did I ever consider becoming a teacher. Yet here I am. Last year at this time, during my first year as an ESL teacher in South Korea there’s also no chance I ever imagined I would now be teaching ESL in China.
Yet, here I am.
A lifestyle hack..
“So, you’re telling me they pay for your flights there, and back. They give you an apartment, pay you handsomely.. All for playing with some kids?”
Years ago when I was first introduced to the idea of teaching English As a Second Language [ESL], I saw it as a bit of a life hack to be honest. Live abroad, get taken care of financially, all for some minor work. It seemed too good to be true. Thinking back on this, I can’t believe it took so long for me to finally take the plunge.
I also remember thinking, despite hearing that it’s not an intensive job, I’m not a teacher. By any stretch of the imagination.
Yet years later, and no further formal education training.. Here I am.
Sit down at the table of life, and you’re dealt a hand. The cards drawn are at random, none are exactly the same. Undoubtedly some get much better than others, and some end up folding before the first round’s even finished.
They say you can’t control what happens to you in life, but that you can control how you deal with the circumstances. Before I get too philosophical, a short story from my life..
A few days ago I wrote on my experience of breaking my ankle while in Korea. Financial goals, fitness aspirations, day to day life, and social interests have all been shaken. It’s upset my life, to say the least. More on how I plan to adapt to this bust hand I’ve been dealt in a moment.
What really stimulated this writing piece was from my first day back at school after surgery and a week off.
A lack of value..
3:42pm – Thursday, January 19, 2017. Classroom on the 3rd floor of my school in Gwangju, South Korea.
I can feel the blood volume increasing in my head and my temple throbs from stress. I could probably hear the throbbing if it wasn’t for the cumulative screaming of 6 children.
Sometimes they pay me the morsel of respect by acknowledging me when I direct my voice, gaze and hand gestures at them. Sometimes they don’t.
Whether it’s from a genuine lack of understanding or an utter lack of care. I’ll probably never know.