September 11th, 2005 – by: korrahh
I was hired to teach a semester of Japanese at a private Korean school. The students were aged 10-18 I divided them into 2 classes 4 children and 12 teenagers. They were all quite bright and learned fast some, of course, were not interested so they didn’t do too well. With the kids I used a Korean textbook that was quite fun. With the teenagers I droned through the “Mina no Nihongo” series which though solid grammatically is a bore. A couple of the teenage girls had crushes on me while correcting their homework I noticed one girl (who always sat in the back of the class applying her make-up) would often write little love notes on her pages, I thought it was cute (harmless flirtation) and corrected them with my red pen.
I had a couple of pampered Korean kids to tutor as well. These brats were put in “international schools” (another racket) by their workaholic success obsessed parents. The only thing they cared about was grades I did the homework for the kids, from grammar drills to building science models, or read comic books and played hana-fuda “flower cards” with them (Japanese/Korean rummy). Their parents gave me good money for playing the dilettante but none of the parties involved really cared less. The quality of my teaching, when it's only a dry money-making endevour, varies wildly some days I’ll be all fun and jokes and other times I’ll be like a dry pea it just depends on my mood. Teaching is a job I could do for a time but not too long as I just get drained mentally. For me it’s all about entertaining the class, which I feel is the most effective way to educate, which leaves my head feeling empty. Teaching is not a full-time vocation for me maybe I just lack empathy, I’m not very patient, I also get bored easily, I don’t see why I have to part with my hard earned knowledge to folks who don’t care for it. Whatever the case like other jobs I can survive on it but it’s a drain.
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