Why I didn’t make it as an English teacher
A few years back, I was living in Ho Chi Minh City and teaching English. I’m glad I tried it, but I quickly found out I was a horrible teacher. Here’s a few reasons why:
- Kids are great in small, manageable doses. 30 kids all talking at once? Not so great.
- I’m a native English speaker but the English language is hard and these kids were smart, smarter than me. That’s a problem when you’re their teacher.
- Lessons planning is a lot of work. Good luck trying to “wing” a lesson for an hour. You need a lesson which will get you through the class. That takes planning and time.
- Teaching a young class? Singing will be involved. I’m not good at singing, especially when you have 30 kids staring straight into your soul. They know you’re dying inside.
- Not just singing, dancing too.
- The younger the class, the more the line between “teacher” and “parent” blurs. Pray you have a good teachers aid.
- You know that kid at the back of the class daydreaming? That was me. And I was the teacher. That’s a problem.
- The main reason? These kids deserved a good teacher, not a care-free traveller doing it just to earn a few bucks. I felt like I was doing them a disservice.
With that in mind, I wouldn’t discourage anyone from teaching English. The course was a wonderful experience and I met fantastic people. Just because teaching wasn’t for me, doesn’t mean you won’t love it.
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