Being a teacher for a day

A friend of mine is probably going back to Taiwan to have his career changed. He is a talented guy with a prestigious PhD degree in Chemical Engineering. After having lived and worked in North America for a long time, he felt burned-out and needed a new space to fulfill his goal of life. And that space is somewhere in Asia where he feels he has a better chance of succeeding whatever he is pursuing in life. I really wish him well in his soon-to-be new career. And I kinda wondering when my time of relocating to Asia will be. Well, I have no clue right now…. I guess the time is when I know what I will be doing and ready to go. By the way, I will be reconnoitering first. I dreamed that I was a teacher, English teacher to be exact, who had a special way of teaching. It was just a silly dream, not that I am interested in a teaching position.

Bo walks to the classroom fifteen minutes early to ponder upon what he’s going to teach today.
He is kinda disappointed with the statistics, showing that Taiwanese students are among the worst in terms of English proficiency in the world. He hates the shown numbers to the bones, because he stoutly defies the idiocy of Taiwanese students. To him, and being a Taiwanese himself, Taiwan is one of the countries in the world that nurtures the high-caliber students in all fields. How could they be so lacking in the English language? It has got to be the way they were taught to learn the subject, and Bo has decided to revolutionize the stereo-type learning process. Bo always prepares ahead of time, because he believes that luck always goes with people who are prepared and having confidence. Bo looks at his students with keen and piercing eyes, because he sees the high quality in every one of them through the eye sockets that are connected to their brains. He believes that there are only poor teachers, and there is no such thing as poor students. If the students suck, then their teacher must suck further. With that in mind, Bo walks to the podium smilingly.

” Good morning fellow students. I am your new English teacher. I am a bit on the side of shyness because I have never been a teacher before. Public speaking always falters me, but today I am at ease. Why? Because when I look at your guys from this podium, all I see is “A” students. For that I am grateful for the principal who assigned me the best class in the world,” Bo says sheepishly while students are gaping at his opening statement, trying to figure out what kind of teacher Bo is. Hey, not many teachers who can deprecate themselves while complimenting their students at the same time.

Bo continues,” Who doesn’t like Internet, please raise your hand?” There is no hands raised obviously, so Bo says, ” Since everyone likes to go on the net, I want every one of you to go on the net for two hours every single day. Oh, by the way, make sure you turn on your favorite songs and listen to them as well. I want everyone to set up a blog site and write your journals on-line in English, and then e-mail me when you are done. I will take a look at your sites and make necessary corrections or suggestions.” The students are both exciting and worried- they are happy because they have a legitimate reason to go on-line; meanwhile they are worried because they have to write journals using the language from Mars. Since Bo is the new English teacher, they think they should at least give him a chance to do his job. Though they doubt they can write very well in a foreign language, they docilely accept their new assignment-writing journals in English on-line for the new teacher to see.

Bo is exhausted after a day of teachiong at school, but he is happy to view the blog sites of his students. With the mission of upgrading English proficiency of his students, he gingerly reads every journal written by his students and corrects the obvious mistakes. He believes that the basic way to improve English is by reading profusely, and, by writing boldly even with lots of grammatical errors. Making errors is not a shameful thing; afraid of trying to write is. Yeah, Bo admits he is not a good talker, but at least he will try to be a good silent teacher by encouraging his students to read and write. While thinking of his students, Bo drifts to sleep in his study room.

 I was awake, because I had to take a leak. That was a funny dream to being a teacher. My grandmother was a teacher, so was my uncle at one time. Teaching is a prestigious job, and it takes one’s energy and effort to be a successful teacher. Well, it’s not bad to being a silent teacher for a day.

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