Do Second Language Teachers ever succeed?
Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 1:33 am
Something Londo Molari said in one of his post caused me to revisit something that has been knawing at my brain for several years...something that I haven't resolved. Let me say right at the outset that this is not really about 'Applied Linguistics', but there is no suitable heading for this subject, and since AL is where I visit with some regularity, I thought it might as well be posted here as elsewhere.
Also, I know I'm probably going to be beat up pretty thoroughly for my thoughts here, because I intend to call into question people's very livelihood. But my personal issues remain unresolved, and sugar coating them just won't get me anywhere. So here goes.
I was an English teacher for quite a few years before I retired a couple of years ago. I loved my work, and especially loved working abroad and living in a culture different from my own, with the sense of adventure that comes with that, and the satisfaction of meeting and working with people (often the cream of the society, in my view) whose ways of looking at the world offer sometimes attractive alternatives for me.
I taught in public schools, private language academies, and university language departments. I worked exclusively with adult students, and I'm sure some of my thoughts here are colored by the fact of this exclusivity. I worked with students in large classes, and small classes, as well as one-on-one. Some of the students became personal friends who maintain that friendship even today. I care so much for a few of them, that they seem like my children.
I worked very hard at my job as English teacher, partly, at least, becaused I loved the work so much, but partly also because I felt that I bore a deep responsibility toward those individuals who sought, for whatever their own personal reasons, to come to my classes for study of the language I was lucky enough to speak as a native. I also personally studied the language in as much depth as time would allow, both because I found it interesting, and because I believed that I should genuinely know something about English if I was to regard myself as qualified to teach it. My study of English was very productive, I believe, and I did not have the services of a teacher other than my own readings and thinkings, but that alone was quite sufficient. I still study English, even though I have no further career reasons to do so. It's just plain interesting.
Some of my students did very well in class; others did less well even though they tried hard, or so it seemed; still others clearly (to me) were wasting their time. I always understood (I thought) that those students who worked harder made more progress than those who did not work very hard, however talented they may have been. Still, I deeply believed that my work with them, my guidance, my insight surely was genuinely helpful.
But now, I'm beginning to come to terms with the possibility that all my efforts, and sincerety, and even knowledge, were, for all those many years, mostly irrelevant. What counts...really counts...is the student, and little else does. Teachers may be entertaining, disciplined, witty, fun, great explainers, warm, friendly, knowledgable, determined...all of that. But maybe that simply makes them entertaining, disciplined, ...etc. Where the rubber meets the road, if students learning language is truly the goal, so what? What counts is the student, and what he or she does personally and on his or her own nickle. Classes, at best, may perhaps provide momentary inspiration for some students, but then everything else is entirely up to the students. And the inspiration is short-lived. It needs constant replenishing, but the most successful students can replenish it themselves rather than relying on their teachers for that. Indeed, maybe the best teachers, the most effective ones, are those who are skilled at inspiring something in their students. Maybe that's a matter of personality more than anything else. I don't really know. Maybe you have to be passionate about your subject to inspire others. I do not believe it has anything at all to do with skills in 'educational technology'.
At bottom, what I wonder is: "Did I make any real difference at all as a teacher?" And I have some serious doubts that I did. Those students who did well would have done well with or without me. All that mattered was what they brought to class, not what I brought. I was a fortunate teacher, in that students generally (though I hasten to admit, not universally) respected me and liked me. I had what I thought was a "successful" career as a teacher. But now that I have the luxury of time to sit back and look over that time of my life and evaluate it in the harsh light of, well, what I think is reality...now that I don't have to make a living at it anymore, I'm pretty well convinced that TWALTing is probably likely to result in as good an outcome as any other general 'method'. It's students that matter, and little else. I don't really think teachers do, as tough as that may be for most teachers to swallow.
If you're teaching now, can you honestly claim that your students are making good progress in their ability to really use English as a direct result of your efforts? Am I totally daffy here?
Larry Latham
Also, I know I'm probably going to be beat up pretty thoroughly for my thoughts here, because I intend to call into question people's very livelihood. But my personal issues remain unresolved, and sugar coating them just won't get me anywhere. So here goes.
I was an English teacher for quite a few years before I retired a couple of years ago. I loved my work, and especially loved working abroad and living in a culture different from my own, with the sense of adventure that comes with that, and the satisfaction of meeting and working with people (often the cream of the society, in my view) whose ways of looking at the world offer sometimes attractive alternatives for me.
I taught in public schools, private language academies, and university language departments. I worked exclusively with adult students, and I'm sure some of my thoughts here are colored by the fact of this exclusivity. I worked with students in large classes, and small classes, as well as one-on-one. Some of the students became personal friends who maintain that friendship even today. I care so much for a few of them, that they seem like my children.
I worked very hard at my job as English teacher, partly, at least, becaused I loved the work so much, but partly also because I felt that I bore a deep responsibility toward those individuals who sought, for whatever their own personal reasons, to come to my classes for study of the language I was lucky enough to speak as a native. I also personally studied the language in as much depth as time would allow, both because I found it interesting, and because I believed that I should genuinely know something about English if I was to regard myself as qualified to teach it. My study of English was very productive, I believe, and I did not have the services of a teacher other than my own readings and thinkings, but that alone was quite sufficient. I still study English, even though I have no further career reasons to do so. It's just plain interesting.
Some of my students did very well in class; others did less well even though they tried hard, or so it seemed; still others clearly (to me) were wasting their time. I always understood (I thought) that those students who worked harder made more progress than those who did not work very hard, however talented they may have been. Still, I deeply believed that my work with them, my guidance, my insight surely was genuinely helpful.
But now, I'm beginning to come to terms with the possibility that all my efforts, and sincerety, and even knowledge, were, for all those many years, mostly irrelevant. What counts...really counts...is the student, and little else does. Teachers may be entertaining, disciplined, witty, fun, great explainers, warm, friendly, knowledgable, determined...all of that. But maybe that simply makes them entertaining, disciplined, ...etc. Where the rubber meets the road, if students learning language is truly the goal, so what? What counts is the student, and what he or she does personally and on his or her own nickle. Classes, at best, may perhaps provide momentary inspiration for some students, but then everything else is entirely up to the students. And the inspiration is short-lived. It needs constant replenishing, but the most successful students can replenish it themselves rather than relying on their teachers for that. Indeed, maybe the best teachers, the most effective ones, are those who are skilled at inspiring something in their students. Maybe that's a matter of personality more than anything else. I don't really know. Maybe you have to be passionate about your subject to inspire others. I do not believe it has anything at all to do with skills in 'educational technology'.
At bottom, what I wonder is: "Did I make any real difference at all as a teacher?" And I have some serious doubts that I did. Those students who did well would have done well with or without me. All that mattered was what they brought to class, not what I brought. I was a fortunate teacher, in that students generally (though I hasten to admit, not universally) respected me and liked me. I had what I thought was a "successful" career as a teacher. But now that I have the luxury of time to sit back and look over that time of my life and evaluate it in the harsh light of, well, what I think is reality...now that I don't have to make a living at it anymore, I'm pretty well convinced that TWALTing is probably likely to result in as good an outcome as any other general 'method'. It's students that matter, and little else. I don't really think teachers do, as tough as that may be for most teachers to swallow.
If you're teaching now, can you honestly claim that your students are making good progress in their ability to really use English as a direct result of your efforts? Am I totally daffy here?
Larry Latham