I could easily have chosen to write about my bike ride today. It wasn’t epic, but I was out on the bike, and if you love riding a bike (and you should) you would understand how awesome it really is.
Instead, I want to write a bit about my teaching day and the weirdness of it. Perhaps, I am overselling it. I just want to write about something weird that happened today. It isn’t anything new. It’s something I know, but for some reason I feel the need to write about it today. I hope you will allow me this indulgence.
So, my work has me teaching four different classes a day. They have been kind enough to allow that the classes come in pairs, so that I am only teaching two different things. My first two classes that focus on speaking with higher level students. The next two classes are general classes with intermediate students. I hope this makes sense.
For my speaking classes, I wanted to focus on humor. I thought that maybe the students could discuss different aspects of humour, or how their cultures view humour. I even showed them a short clip of Kim’s Convenience to show them Canadian humour–and yes we spell that with the letter u in there (which also applies to colour, neighbour, flavour……I digress.)
For the first class, this went amazingly well. The students were able to discuss some very interesting things and I merely monitored. At the end of class we went over some of their errors, and I provided some formal and informal alternatives to what they said.
The second class was pretty much the opposite. They tried to speak about it, but they soon exhausted their vocabulary or some found the topic dull. They had fewer opinions and didn’t open up the discussion.
Now, as I wrote above, this is nothing new. Assigning a level to a class or a class to a level does not guarantee ability or effort. Also, different topics and delivery create different reactions. This is not my first rodeo. The thing is, the difference was so big that when the class was over I had to shake my head in disbelief.
And then I felt the need to blog about it.