The advantages of a “foreign” teacher
I feel extremely excited when being told that I was going to teach a Japanese Chinese. It could be a rare opportunity to practice my awkward Japanese, and I accepted the job without too much deliberation.
My student turned out to be a young, good-looking housewife (although I have no idea why a housewife need to learn Chinese). The first class was an utter nightmare. Pretty good English teacher as I am, I do not have much experience in teaching Chinese as a foreign language. Worse more, I could speak little Japanese, but my student could speak even less Chinese, not to speak of English——it’s a whole new ballgame together!
I had a comfort blanket in knowing my limited Japanese vocabulary was perfectly pronounced until I discovered my student never spoke Japanese in a correctly grammatical way that my teacher had taught me, and she seems to have a little bit accents——always pronounce hi as shi, to which I feel rather difficult to accustom. I survived the first several classes with the help of my vivid gestures and Chinese characters (thanks to Japanese ancestors who adopted Chinese character as their written words), and my brilliant smile when both of which failed.
Pretty soon I got used to her pronunciation and my poor oral Japanese seemed to thrive in a more pressured environment. To my surprise, my student was making amazing progress in Chinese during the two months period since she has nobody who can speak fluent Japanese to rely on, and the only way to communicate with such a Japanese idiot like me was to use her poor Chinese.
Maybe it’s a good idea for those who want to learn perfect Chinese to find someone only specking CHINESE.
Get mad with kids
I always feel reluctant to teach kids due to my poor patience and weak nerves. And the attempt to teach a group of kids aged around 11 further proved my little aptitude in doing child education. the first time I stepped into the room of kids castle, I sensed something ominous. The kids were running all over, screaming and crying (actually, there were laughing, but somehow sounds like crying). No matter how I raised my voice, it was still hard to overwhelm their noise.
Just ten minutes from my lesson, a foreign teacher —– a pretty handsome boy ——-broke into my classroom, stirring up my class by playing and chatting with my students, and finally, not forget to greet me. But the greeting was just toooo warm, and he held back his attempt to give me a hug when I extended my hand and said, “how do you do”
My students virtually speak English much more fluently than expected and with quite good pronunciation. One of them has monstrous gifts for geography. Once he mentioned sth of Australian inlands, and made me feel quite embarrassed.