i also thought, as i wrote the last post, that i could be teaching special ed math and science to sixth graders in south-central LA or many other infinitely more difficult jobs.
there is a demand here to be in contact with a native English-speaker, and so i have more and more students all the time and droves of visitors coming to my office (students and non-students both). papers are piling up, homework needs to be looked through, attendance calculated, and students become sensitive when i can't remember their names.
but then sometimes my smaller speaking classes decide to go out for dinner instead of sitting in the classroom. the students are funny, thoughtful, and curious, and i end up learning more than they do. walking to a coffee shop and restaurant for a meal last night with my students, i thought "this is my job?" we talked about religion, family life, love, horror films, and Nietzsche. and they paid for my dinner. i have had to work very hard to pay for a meal here.
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