That’s how teaching feels some (most) days.
There’s no resting on one’s laurels (there aren’t even any laurels), every day, every class, sometimes every single minute is like a wind in your face trying to push you back. You’ve got to work hard for every single student, every single achievement.
So some days, I keep asking myself: what’s the point? Why am l putting myself out there going so against my introvert nature? Some days I forget why I’ve ever thought this was a good idea.
Yesterday though the kids reminded me. As usual, we started the class with informal chat that I try to turn into a review without them noticing. Yesterday it worked perfectly. They all kept to English mostly, discussing school, exams, their hometown, holidays, sports naturally – all topics of the KET exam, questions & answers we’d struggled through last week.
We linked it seamlessly to the next topic & when (about 30 minutes into the class) I uttered the dreaded words, “Open your books”, they all moaned as you’d expect. But there was one voice, one girl who stood out to me.
When we started a little less than 2 mouths ago (wow, a milestone is approaching!) she was reserved, shy to speak, quiet when specifically asked a question. Yesterday, she was lively, loud & confident and what she said, made me take a moment of inner celebration:
“No book, teacher, we love speaking English!”
Take that, stupid wind. They love speaking English. Mission accomplished.