News from LoyalTubist in Saigon...
Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 3:07 am
The Vietnamese public school year runs concurrent to the traditional school year in California (September to June). I have been able to work several jobs in a week but I committed a terrible faux pas...
The language schools prepare lessons for teachers to teach and must be carefully followed. Sometimes, though, we run out of things to teach, so we have free chatter. This usually means, "ask the teacher personal questions!"
These are new English learners. By law, at these schools, only Vietnamese teachers are to teach English grammar. Native speakers teach ONLY pronunciation and culture. If a student asks a poorly stated question, we are supposed to be able to guess what they mean!
OK, so I got through a 45 minute lesson in 20 minutes. This was a class of children, ages 8-11. They asked me where I was from, about my family, and about what I like.
They also asked, "How old are you?" I refuse to answer that one--remember, we teach culture, too. There is a belief that only women hide their ages and men can tell everyone. Those of you who are about my age KNOW that your age can cause problems. Consequently, I never indicated my age on any work applications here. If my age is of any importance to a prospective employer, I know I am too old.
Anyway my question came from answering this question:
"What kind of food do you like in Vietnam?"
My answer:
"The same kind of food I liked in California: Mexican!"
To be honest, I don't like most Vietnamese food. But people here sometimes think, if someone doesn't like the food he doesn't like the people. I didn't want the kid to think I don't like Vietnam or Vietnamese people. I love them both!
Also, if I lied and told him I like a certain dish, he might bring it for me to eat and, by local culture, if someone brings food to you, it is expected for them to watch you enjoy the food!
The owner of the school, an elderly Vietnamese gentleman, entered the classroom when the boy asked his question. Although I put a lot of thought into my answer, I didn't know how much trouble it would get me. He wanted to see me after class.
"You don't correct the students' grammar!" he admonished.
"Yes, sir."
"Ever."
"I don't!" I pleaded.
"A smart alecky answer is just as bad and you did that."
"No, sir. It was an honest answer."
"Whatever you thought, it wasn't what the student meant."
And I received my two weeks notice.
So I went to many other of those language schools all over Saigon. And I would tell them why I got fired (that old man carries lots of weight in this city!) I was going to be very dependent on that job to keep food in the house until school starts back in September.
There was an ad in one of the Vietnamese language newspapers that an International school needed a resource teacher with backgrounds in music and psychology (for my Master of Music degree, I minored in clinical psychology!) The school runs on an Australian school year, plus there are other classes which make an eleven month year. The twelfth month is a paid vacation, which is unheard of in freelance teaching circles here.
For those of you who don't know, the Australian school year runs roughly from March to December. The school is the Singapore International School. Since I am a resource teacher (I work with students who have trouble learning things), I don't have to worry about what NOT to teach. I must maintain my own strict teaching plans. For some of my students, I am the only teacher they have. The job also has the secondary task of music teacher.
Anyway, in my seven months here I have gone through many changes. I finally have a real live contract. Most people who work in developing countries get their job before they leave. If any of you have the yearning to go to Vietnam, it's relatively easy to come here for work and get a job after you arrive.
Thanks to my new job, Saturdays and Sundays are completely free. I used to have to go to church on Sunday nights because I worked seven days a week. Now I can go to any church service I want.
Which reminds me of something else about Vietnam: We can go to church. Most Vietnamese are NOT atheist. You see a lot of Buddhist temples and Christian churches. I have to laugh because schools here, no matter what kind they are, involve some kind of uniform. The Sunday school classes in my church here are no exception.
If anyone has any questions about Vietnam, go ahead and post them up here. Chances are, if you can post it in this forum, I can answer the question--I won't get political.
The language schools prepare lessons for teachers to teach and must be carefully followed. Sometimes, though, we run out of things to teach, so we have free chatter. This usually means, "ask the teacher personal questions!"
These are new English learners. By law, at these schools, only Vietnamese teachers are to teach English grammar. Native speakers teach ONLY pronunciation and culture. If a student asks a poorly stated question, we are supposed to be able to guess what they mean!
OK, so I got through a 45 minute lesson in 20 minutes. This was a class of children, ages 8-11. They asked me where I was from, about my family, and about what I like.
They also asked, "How old are you?" I refuse to answer that one--remember, we teach culture, too. There is a belief that only women hide their ages and men can tell everyone. Those of you who are about my age KNOW that your age can cause problems. Consequently, I never indicated my age on any work applications here. If my age is of any importance to a prospective employer, I know I am too old.
Anyway my question came from answering this question:
"What kind of food do you like in Vietnam?"
My answer:
"The same kind of food I liked in California: Mexican!"
To be honest, I don't like most Vietnamese food. But people here sometimes think, if someone doesn't like the food he doesn't like the people. I didn't want the kid to think I don't like Vietnam or Vietnamese people. I love them both!
Also, if I lied and told him I like a certain dish, he might bring it for me to eat and, by local culture, if someone brings food to you, it is expected for them to watch you enjoy the food!
The owner of the school, an elderly Vietnamese gentleman, entered the classroom when the boy asked his question. Although I put a lot of thought into my answer, I didn't know how much trouble it would get me. He wanted to see me after class.
"You don't correct the students' grammar!" he admonished.
"Yes, sir."
"Ever."
"I don't!" I pleaded.
"A smart alecky answer is just as bad and you did that."
"No, sir. It was an honest answer."
"Whatever you thought, it wasn't what the student meant."
And I received my two weeks notice.
So I went to many other of those language schools all over Saigon. And I would tell them why I got fired (that old man carries lots of weight in this city!) I was going to be very dependent on that job to keep food in the house until school starts back in September.
There was an ad in one of the Vietnamese language newspapers that an International school needed a resource teacher with backgrounds in music and psychology (for my Master of Music degree, I minored in clinical psychology!) The school runs on an Australian school year, plus there are other classes which make an eleven month year. The twelfth month is a paid vacation, which is unheard of in freelance teaching circles here.
For those of you who don't know, the Australian school year runs roughly from March to December. The school is the Singapore International School. Since I am a resource teacher (I work with students who have trouble learning things), I don't have to worry about what NOT to teach. I must maintain my own strict teaching plans. For some of my students, I am the only teacher they have. The job also has the secondary task of music teacher.
Anyway, in my seven months here I have gone through many changes. I finally have a real live contract. Most people who work in developing countries get their job before they leave. If any of you have the yearning to go to Vietnam, it's relatively easy to come here for work and get a job after you arrive.
Thanks to my new job, Saturdays and Sundays are completely free. I used to have to go to church on Sunday nights because I worked seven days a week. Now I can go to any church service I want.
Which reminds me of something else about Vietnam: We can go to church. Most Vietnamese are NOT atheist. You see a lot of Buddhist temples and Christian churches. I have to laugh because schools here, no matter what kind they are, involve some kind of uniform. The Sunday school classes in my church here are no exception.
If anyone has any questions about Vietnam, go ahead and post them up here. Chances are, if you can post it in this forum, I can answer the question--I won't get political.