It’s Friday night, and as I sit here in the silence of my
apartment accompanied by the warm hum of the refrigerator and the USB plug in
fan beneath my laptop, it’s time once again to brave the fearsome Beijing rush
hour and join yet another soon-to-depart expat friend for a farewell dinner.
Annoyingly, just as I was being a good housekeeper and washing the dishes
before doing the laundry, I got a sudden inspiration to write this piece. Much
like my previous mentioning of the gym and it’s wonderful ability to clear my
head and come up with genius blog posts, it seems consistent house work also
gets the creative juices flowing. I’m quite the catch it appears.
Anyway the point of this piece is very much related to the
title (look up). Like many of my expat friends have been doing with China, I’ll
be making my heartfelt farewell to the wonderful and wacky world of teaching
English as a foreign language. At least that’s the plan. Who knows, after
Christmas when I get back to Beijing and I’m sitting in my dressing gown at 4am
having rewritten my CV for the 56th time and am hopelessly writing
countless cover letters for media jobs, I may just fall back and do at least
what I guess I’m employable for.
It’s been a fun three and a bit years though, and I want to
draw the attention of this post solely to my teaching work in Beijing, as it
was here, and at my current and soon to be ex-private training centre, that I
came into my own as a teacher-entertainer extraordinaire and professional child
creeper-outer. The CV is looking promising already. Anyway, throughout the last
few years I’ve met some pretty awesome and interesting people who have taught
and lived in much stranger places than China. It was through meeting such
people that I was able to develop my skills as a teacher and learn countless
ways of injecting creativity into the classroom through use of various games,
activities and teaching methods, without which I would have been pretty hopeless
at the job. As a TEFL teacher, there’s always a good joke to be had about
something funny a student might have said or how terrible the execution of a
certain speaking activity was in front of a group of hopeful and highly
expectant parents. I sometimes wish that I had kept a log of some of the things
the kids came out with at times, and this wasn’t just through pronunciation
mistakes or bad grammar, many had wonderfully creative minds and knew exactly
how to play around with the limited English they had, and this for me is what
I’ll remember most from my time as a TEFL teacher.
There is a one particular child who personifies all this and
breaks down all the boundaries and stereotypes that the rote teaching based
Chinese education system often conjures. Her name, is Jenny 2. Not Jenny, as
there was already a Jenny in her class before she joined up, so she dubbed
herself “Jenny 2”. Jenny 2 has been a constant source of comedy and creativity
in this particular class ever since she joined, and she knows it. She knows
she’s special, but not in a “ooo look at me I’m a princess kind of way”. Her
mother calls her “crazy Jenny”, and shows signs of mild concern when I advise
her to encourage what to me is, yes, eccentric, but wonderfully creative
behaviour which I have never seen in an 8 year old student before. It would do
her poor justice to describe her personality, so I have decided simply to write
a list of some of the things she has said or done over the past, and let you
get some idea of her character.
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Upon entering the school, I greet her with a “Hi
Jenny how are you”, she replies by walking up to ear and shouting “TENNIS
RACKET!! In an enthused manner.
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Upon teaching adverbs of frequency, she asks
quips: “How often do you drink volcanoes?”
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“I ate my grandfather’s legs and eyes” Upon
being asked what she did the previous day.
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“High Jenny!” I greet her upon entering the
classroom, which she responds by getting down on her knees and praying Muslim
style for a good few minutes (this admittedly was a little strange and awkward
though deserves a mention as to get a picture of her character).
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Draws a picture of a what appears to be a bridge
with a person underneath it. “Who’s that Jenny?” I ask, she replies “your
aunt”, and then looks in the teacher’s eyes with a devilish smile shouting
“BOOM!!!” as she screws up the paper and throws it away. (This was from a
friend who taught her one to one)
There were more and like I say I only wish that I’d written
them down. Anyway, as a teacher laughing at and encouraging such behaviour
could be viewed as supportive or immature, depending on your perspective. It
was, however the “Spirit of Jenny 2” shall we say and other instances of
similar obscure expression of English creativity in other similar students (and
there were many) that kept me going at the end and made the job a whole lot
more fun. That and the student pizza bar conveniently placed down the road from
my school that we frequented until the early hours of each Sunday night.