I actually have a good excuse for not
blogging this time. Being a teacher is definitely harder than it
looks! I've been at it for eight days now, and I think I am figuring
it out. Here is the situation. I have five classes, two seventh
grade, two eighth grade and one ninth grade. Each grade has a
textbook, American-made high school books made in part by national
geographic. I was instructed to cover certain chapters in the next 20
weeks that make up the semester, and write up a mid-term and final to
evaluate the kids. Sounds pretty doable. However, my first day on the
job I realized what the challenges would be. The kids have various
levels of English, some are nearly fluent but the majority can barely
put together a sentence. The kids are also not very disciplined, but
that is really no surprise, I remember being a little punk in school
at that age. Finally, the real hurdle is that we are not allowed to
fail anyone. This seems to be a part of the Thai culture, that
everyone moves up no matter what, so they can eventually graduate and
pretend to be educated and qualified for jobs. So, while I can give
tests and homework as much as I want, the kids know they will pass no
matter what. Luckily the kids haven't been exploiting this too much
(yet) and seem at least mildly concerned with their grades.
My first day I was thrown right into
things with nothing prepared and not even knowing what material to
cover. After figuring out in the book where the kids left off, I
instructed the kids to read the chapter and then held a discussion
afterward, doing my best to make it interesting and engaging for the
kids. I did this for a few days before I realized that A. The
students can not understand the textbook, B. The student can't
really understand me, and C. If no one understands, chaos ensues as
everyone is bored and restless. After a couple of days of screaming
over them and blank stares, I knew I needed a new system. I would
like to be one of those model teachers you hear about who does not
use a textbook and does experiments everyday and inspires the kids
ect., but my lack of materials, prep-time, and the language barrier
makes this a daunting, if not impossible, task. So I have switched to
a system where I write them worksheets to be completed in class, with
the answers coming from the book. This is working great so far. I do
my best to make the questions understandable and easy, but at the
same time forcing students to think a bit about the material, and not
just copying sentences from the text. Students here are not taught
critical thinking skills like we are in the States, and are used to
copying and memorizing answers, even if they don't understand what
they are memorizing. I hope to make them think about their answers at
least a little, and not just be answer robots.
The other teachers have been
encouraging. My first day everyone had the same advice: no stress. We
know it is a flawed education system and we have to do our best to
work under it. I think it must be easy to think you have to be a
superhero and change the kids' lives and be self-critical when you
fall short. I am starting to realize that just establishing a routine
and learning to manage a class are my first steps, and I should worry
about changing lives later.
Sorry if all the education talk bored
you, I just need an outlet to spill all of my thoughts.
My days are filled with routine now, I
wake up at 6:30, have a chicken and rice breakfast at a little
restaurant on campus, get to work at 7:30. I teach an average of 5
classes a day, with maybe 3 hours of prep time. Lunch is buffet style
provided by the school, eaten with the other teachers in my
department. (Think mass produced vats of food. Usually its fairly
good, but some days it's chopped up hot dogs covered in ketchup.) I
get done at 4:30, head across the street to my school-provided
apartment, change out of my work clothes, (who would have thought I
would be a person who wears a tie everyday?) and go seek out some
food. Bedtime is early nowadays, staying up past eleven is foolish.
You need to be on your game and feeling good to teach, being tired
or, god forbid, hungover is a recipe for misery.
I will have to fill you in on the rest
later. Thanks for reading!