Originally Posted by
DJ Pat
I honestly think that Smeg has some kind of point.
I'm a TEFL-er myself and well proud of it. But, my origins of getting my TESOL certificate were quite accidental and unothordox.
I got grade "A"s at my school in both GCSE English language and literature and also did very well on the communication side of it, I was very good at speaking and explaining stuff to the class, and revelled in my ego trip at being up there in front of a crowd talking and presenting my topic.
No, I didn't want to be some teacher I wanted to be a chef, and also scored a grade A in the Home Economics food course at the same school.
Anyway, in 1997 I had what some alcoholics refer to (and to quote Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction) as "a moment of clarity", and amidst my drunkeness and alcoholism of 1997 decided to return to the church our family had frequented when I was a kid.
At the church at the time they were well into 'community projects', and one of which was "teaching" basic english to the first wave of Kosovan refugees that had descended upon London and to enable their status to appear more geuine, many of these refugees enrolled at English classes in the evenings to appear more favourable to the Home Office who would be assesing wether they would be allowed what is known as "indefinite leave to remain", ie can stay in the UK forever as an immigrant and claim benefits.
Anyway the church, being the do-gooders that they are, drafted volunteers to go and teach basic english greetings to classfuls of these badly dressed refugees and I volunteered enthusiastically, hoping that I could get them writing stories about mysterious black cars and football heroes (my fave subjects as a kid).
How naiive I was at 23.
The deal was that you did the voluntary work, and in return they would send you each weekend to the Friends' (quakers) Meeting House in Euston Road to study a TESOL course, which was designed to help brush up on grammar and the finer points and qualities of being an english tutor. To me, the course was easy, the only part I found hard was the phonetic alphabet which to this day, I fucking hate explaining.
(I say 'tutor' because when I was a kid, part time teachers at school were reffered to by other teachers as 'tutors')
Anyway, after almost four months I and several others came out with TESOL certificates to show we'd completed and passed the course, and this certificate, along with my City and Guilds in electrical installation and Radio studio course ended up in the box that also contained my swimming medals, football medals, GCSE certifiates and judo belts until 2002, when I was moving stuff out after my divorce.
I was totally unaware of the significance of a TEFL / TESOL certificate and what it meant until I travelled alone for the first time and realised that the course I had taken was worth over 500 quid and was recognised worldwide.
I had seen some old ****s at the Central School of English in London I worked at after I did the course and wondered why this particular course appealed to such older types of men who appeared to be lonely, 40-something conversation-less anoraks.
My first choice was to go and do some teaching in Portugal as a mate of mine had a huge house there and I wanted some sun and sea after a gloomy marriage.
Anyway, after assessing my options, I ended up in Thailand for the first time alone without the chaperone of family of my ex-wife.
The point being, that I constantly came across very badly dressed guys who were obviously teachers and many of the ones who I have had conversations with expressed their desire to "exist" as lomg as possible under the guise of being a "teacher" so they could enjoy their honeymoon life of staying in Thailand where many females are pretty and for a small cost, can relieve oneself whilst straddling over some useless whore from a bar for ten minutes.
Firstly I thought to myself, is sex that important that you would eke out an existence and live hand to mouth just to fulfill this desire? Then I told myself I was being naiive and that these guys must have savings or property to fall back on to be so cavalier in their attitude towards their "career".
But no, I was being even more naiive.
Then after some experience in Thailand teaching, which I will add that I was very lucky to get some really 'cushy numbers' that included being employed full time at a chemical factory in Samut Prakan, and working at a gold factory in Charoen Nakorn.
I then realised that these guys wouldn't know a noun or a verb if it came up and kicked them in the teeth, and there I was working my bollox off while these clowns pissed it up night after night whilst doing their meaningless duties at ECC or some godforsaken Govt school where they were lauded as 'heroes' purely for having blonde or brown hair and being a native speaker. No certificates, no pre-prep, not an ounce of knowledge and not any ambition to actually educate.
I will say it again, I was well naiive, but I, like Smeg, have come to despise these losers who can exist as 'educators' while they themselves probably spent half of their education stahding outside the headteachers office for being disruptive wankers in class.
Glad I've got that off my chest.