Friday, May 3, 2013

You never know!


It's so easy to be negative about "unmotivated kids".  The ones that slouch in their seats in the last row and dare  you to teach them anything.  Yet, in many years of teaching, I've seen some surprising things.  I've learned that sometimes we do get through their armor of indifference even when we don't see anything happening.  I'd like to share a couple of anecdotes with you.

My first year in a French lycée I had a student who was failing and was indifferent and even aggressive in class.  A couple years later I noticed someone standing outside the school who looked vaguely familiar.  I smiled and he came up to me and told me his story.  He had dropped out of school but was now back and was proud to tell me that he was going to retake the baccalaureate exam and was dating one of my star students.  It took me a while to realize that he was the guy with the bleached mohawk, the one who had said he was going to kill me when he got a very low grade and whose mother was too busy to come in and talk to me. He was so pleased to see me and to let me know that he was now on the right track that you would have thought he and I had had a great relationship.

Just recently I went to Toulouse and took the subway with an American friend.  We were speaking in English and a man standing near me asked if I wasn't from Agen. He looked like he was in his early thirties and said he had been my student many years ago, adding that he doubted I remembered him because he had been very weak in English.  He has a lot less hair now, but when he talked about his class, a post-bac class doing mechanical engineering that could care less about English, I  remembered that it had been a "learning experience".  In those days I wasn't using TPRS and couldn't understand why they didn't know their irregular verbs. He did remember that I had invited a New Zealand rugby player to come in and talk to them.  

A few days later I received an e-mail from him.  He had called up the lycée and managed to convince a secretary to give him my address.  He asked if I would look over his English CV.  I agreed and discovered that he has traveled to Wales and to Australia in order to improve his English, which was quite adequate, and I found few corrections to make.  Later I received a nice thank you card in the mail.  

Neither of these boys learned much English from me.  I considered the one as an exceptionally hostile student and the other was part of a very difficult class, one of those classes that makes you wonder if you were cut out to be a teacher.  

If I'm honest, I have to admit that I failed with both of these boys. But what they have taught me, what lifts my heart and makes me smile, is that both of them went out of their way to let me know that they were more than the guy slouching in the back of the room with a scowl on his face, that they had grown up and learned a few lessons and there were no hard feelings.  So I tell myself that something must have gotten through.  And the next time I meet someone who just dares you to try to teach him something, I'll remember and be a little bit more patient, a little bit more aware of the nice guy hiding inside the tough guy shell.  You just never know.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

The End Result

I have a good friend who lives about half an hour from Brighton. She is now retired and is very active in local activities. I had been thinking that it would be good for some of my adult students to be in a situation where they could practice their English. Since I had been able to organize school exchanges while I was teaching in a French lycée, I thought it might be possible to do the same thing for adults.

I discussed it with my friend and she asked around to find out who would want to participate in an exchange with a few French people who were learning English.  There was a good response and one of her friends came to us in March.  A couple in my Thursday group hosted her and the three of them got along very well.  So she took back a glowing report about her welcome and the Lot and Garonne area.

Last Saturday I went to Toulouse with five adult students to take the plane to England. Three were kindergarten teachers who have been studying English with me for almost three years.  The other two were a retired couple who used English when they were living abroad but had had few or no formal lessons until this year.  It is a very pleasant group and I was looking forward to our trip.


We arrived late Saturday and found our hosts at Gatwick airport waiting for us.  Sunday everyone was able to sleep in and get acquainted with their English hosts. I was staying with my friend, so we were able to talk about our favorite author, Ursula K. Le Guin and get caught up. We took a walk around the village and met up with some of my students and their hosts.  I was able to see that everyone was enjoying themselves.  What about the infamous British weather?  It was glorious throughout our stay, prompting our hosts to say that we had brought it with us.

That evening all the hosts and their guests came to have drinks and snacks and we enjoyed pleasant small talk.  Whereas my friend had been expecting little clusters, it turned out that everyone spontaneously moved the chairs so that we were all included in a general conversation, all in English, with my students carrying their weight. I saw that we were off to a good start.

On Monday, some went to Brighton and others explored the local area.  During the afternoon my friend took me to a nice tea shop where I had a giant scone and clotted cream.  I couldn't possibly finish the scone, so we asked for a doggy bag, which is acceptable in England but not in France. That evening we were all invited to one of the hosts' home for a typical English meal: a curry takeout.  It was delicious and again the conversation was relaxed and general and all  in English.

Tuesday morning the teachers and I were given a tour of the local primary school.  They were very interested in seeing how the school was organized and comparing it to the French system.  The headmaster gave us the tour himself and then took us to the staff room and offered us tea and coffee.  Some of the students went to Brighton during the afternoon and others hiked and went to the tea shop that served giant scones.

In the evening we met in the local pub and sampled typical British pub food.  It was very good and my students will be now be able to defend British cuisine in France.  Then there were lots of hugs and good-byes, since it was our last evening in England.  But my students are all counting on being able to host their new British friends in the near future.

Some of our kind hosts got up at three the next morning so that they could drive us to Gatwick in time for our plane.  And by eleven we were back in France.  Each of my students told me more than once that they had had a wonderful time and thanked me. I felt that I had done little more than get the ball rolling, since the English hosts had done such a great job of making us feel welcome.  I'm not sure how often, or even if, this kind of trip can be duplicated, but it was definitely worthwhile.  More than anything else, I enjoyed hearing my students speak up and express themselves, stating their ideas, thoughts and feelings on a variety of subjects.  This is what every language teacher hopes to see some day.