I used to teach ESL at a large
university in a nearby city. It was a lot of fun, but it did not get
the bills paid. Here's another pre-baby teaching story.
One semester, I taught Reading 1.
Reading 1 is the “fresh off the boat” class for students who can
barely put full sentences together. I don't know how they ever
expected to survive the next semester or even the next year in actual
college classes, but I always did my best to help them muddle through
paragraphs and strengthen their practical skills for surviving their
new lives in this foreign, English-speaking country.
Restaurants and food was always a great
unit to cover. One thing I have learned as a teacher of international
students is that everyone loves to talk about food; it doesn't matter
where you're from. So one day, I started class off with a
question. I always like to compare their home cultures to American
culture, so I ask away and we discuss what you can and can't do here.
I began by asking the class, “Do you ever go to a restaurant by
yourself?”
They were totally silent, and visibly
uncomfortable. Maybe they didn't quite catch what I said. I restated
the question: “Have you ever gone to a restaurant alone?”