Everyone has an opinion. Everyone has an opinion about how to teach English. I suppose that this is a natural phenomena. I mean, there sure are a lot of people who can speak English. And people use English to write emails, messages, and to update the multitude of social media platforms that eclipse most of their daily living.
Maybe it’s kind of like driving a car. Anyone who can drive a car should be able to teach other people how to drive one. I suppose that makes sense, perhaps.
Maybe it’s like having teeth. Everyone has teeth (except for a few of my relatives), so they should be able to perform some dentistry.
I guess not. The dental parallel does not work. Maybe the driving one works a little, unless you are learning how to drive from a parent who is screaming at you to not go too fast and has one arm barred across your chest and is stomping on the passenger side floor while you are braking.
The thing is, most people have some feeling in their minds that if they have some natural ability to do something that they are then able to teach that to someone else in a meaningful way. This attitude extends to baking, cooking, drawing, physical exercise, sports, gardening, and fashion. We do a lot of these things on a daily basis and because we do them we sometimes feel like we are entitled to some authoritative voice on the matter.
But we really know that this is not true. Parents who watch their kids in competitive sports MUST not be allowed to coach the kids. They scream like maniacs and are sudden “experts” on sports they only started watching that season. To them, the coaches and umpires are all idiots. But we know better. Don’t we?
The same must be said for people who are overly eager to give you a make-over, or a new hairstyle. Did they go to beautician school? Do they have a license? Nope, but they have lips and ears and eyes and hairdos just like you, so watch out as they come lurching at you with cosmetics and scissors in hand!
The worst of all these seem to be English teaching. All the people you know back home are blabbermouths in English, so they must be amply qualified to teach kids how to learn the language. Let alone that they have no education in child education, psychology, Japanese language, have ever read a book about linguistics or researched a thing about phonics. Nope. They speak it, thus they KNOW it.
So imagine what happens when such people find themselves overseas with a bunch of kids and have no idea what to do. You know the answer… they PLAY GAMES! Yay, that is the answer! We will just get the kids to run around, sing some songs, do a bit of dancing, crack open some coloring books, play some UNO and then tick-tock-tick-tock the time is up and the little angels go home! Hooray! Everyone, let’s do some high-fives!
Being an English teacher in Japan is a very underestimated job. Everyone thinks it is a piece of cake, and will not have patience enough to listen to you explain that they are full of beans. They already made up their minds, so you best leave that alone. Just know that I know, and you know, and people who do this job for real all know. The hacks and the knowitalls have no common sense, and they won’t ever get it straight. I guess all you can do is just learn to take that insult on the chin, be tough, and know in your heart that as a real English teacher you make a difference, that you put your hand on the futures of kids, and that your reach is far more profound than what our detractors in their tiny minds could possibly understand.
If you need a high-five, come out my way and I will be glad to give you one.
Way to go, tiger.