To the casual observer, it would be easy to assume that they
are the ones who need me. They’re new
here – foreigners from every corner of the globe learning the ways and words of
a new land.
Me? I’m the ‘native’, able to translate the words and
explain the customs. I’ve spent years
studying how to do this particular trade and even get paid to pass along this
knowledge. I know the nooks and crannies of this crazy English language and
play the role of a seasoned tour guide helping my students navigate the complex
streets of grammar and spelling and pronunciation.
But don’t let that fool you.
Their resiliency, fortitude,
humor, and kindness are teaching me just as much as I’m teaching them – probably
more. Having just given up the place I
call home, a budding career in academia, and cultural familiarity to relocate
our family to the other side of the country, I’m starting completely over too. Each day as I walk them through the maze of
the English language, they teach me how to walk through the maze of life.
It’s ok to be sad
“I pray to my God to bring peace to my country,” a Syrian
man told me with slight tears in his eyes.
“But I don’t know when it will come.”
To some measure, it’s always hard to leave home. Even if
home wasn’t a safe or wealthy or pleasant place, it was still home. Many fear for
their loved ones left in their home countries, and they tell me this with quivering
voices. Others mourn what their country
has become – how evil prevails and goodness hides. Their sadness is real, and
they make no attempt to pretend otherwise.
It’s ok to be happy
We had an end-of-term party which I interpreted as wear
jeans-and-a-t-shirt-casual-day. My
students arrived decked out in sequins, heels and perfume, ready to dance the
morning away. Many lack money, papers,
family, jobs. They’ve lost family
members, careers, homes. But these
things slip away momentarily as they swing their hips, raise their arms, and
kick up their heels to merengue or circle dance. Their joy is also real, and they make no
attempt to pretend otherwise.
It’s ok to be kind
It started with a package of paper cups, then a platter of
sandwiches. When another student walked
in with a cake that read “Happy Birthday, Jodi”, I grew instantly grateful for
the ‘secrets’ that Facebook tells. Still being fairly new to this place, I don’t
have many friends to celebrate with, so we were planning a small family
affair. I was ok with that, but what a grand
surprise to have a party thrown for me when I thought I didn’t have enough ‘friends’
for that.
Just because I’m their teacher, I’ve received Chinese
candies, Venezuelan chocolates, beautiful necklaces, hand-crafted coin purses. Their
kindness reminds me of our individuality, of our need to see others and to be
seen, even in a city of 10 million people.
I see you, I say in
my mind each day as I stand before them. You are not invisible here. You matter. They’re the ones who taught me this
first, I’m just sending it right back.
It’s ok to laugh at
ourselves
After learning the word “migraine”, one of my students
recounted a pronunciation mistake she made once, “I go to the doctor and tell him
I have a ‘ma-ga-ri-na’ and he tell me, ‘Lady, you in the wrong place for a
margarita.’”
As we all howled at her phonetic misfortune, she stopped us,
“It gets worse! I try to ask for a ‘fork’
at a restaurant but they no understand because I no say the ‘r’ sound good.
Yes, teacher, I tell them ‘I have no ‘fuck’ on the table.”
We lost track of all sense for at least 3 minutes. It’s been
a good long while since I’ve laughed that hard.
With all of its questions and pontifications, academia left me with an overdose of seriousness, and all this fun is proving to be very healing for my soul.
And now, you! I'd love to hear what you've learned from your students. What have they taught you about life?
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