We’re officially finished teaching kid’s classes (Blaine’s doing a victory dance behind me). Blaine and I both knew from an early age we didn’t want to teach. We watched our moms put in long hours teaching elementary school and middle school. I admire teachers so much because of all I’ve seen my mom and Blaine’s mom do for their students, but teachers are often overworked, underpaid and hassled by parents.
That said, I did enjoy teaching at ECC and Blaine enjoyed teaching adults. He likes kids, just not wrangling them into learning English for an hour. Teaching over this past nine months was an adventure. Some days felt so rewarding and we just wanted to hug all our cute little students, but other days were an endless tornado and all we could do was hold on. Blaine said some days we had elegance in our teaching and other days were “brute force” days, boot camp style lessons.
Before coming to Japan, we had the idea that Japanese kids were incredibly well behaved, strict students. I’m not sure where this image came from, but it turns out Japanese kids are just like American kids. We often had to stop our students from wrestling, throwing balls at kid’s heads, standing on stacks of chairs dangerously close to tipping, and making rubber band weapons. Kids are high energy and produce endless amounts of mucous (seriously, so much snot!) all over the world.
I will miss my cute, often mischievous little students. After all, they were my best Japanese teachers and spending all day with kids definitely helped me not take life too seriously.