That's a good point, Woody - they'd think you were nuts if you wore a suit during a CELTA course, but clobber that could cramp impressive high-kicking Hong Kong wirework-style actual teaching post-CELTA isn't to be frowned upon. The implication might therefore be that people who wear suits aren't/shouldn't still be slogging away in classrooms.A suit might also restrict your energetic antics, which are certainly encouraged on CELTA type courses.
Ah, but then, we were "forgetting" about 'smart casual' - y'know, semi-ironed (semi-crumpled?) shirt and slack slacks. (Didn't somebody mention this earlier? Probably lolwhites - again! Or it might've been Iain).
But I do agree that super-strict very very smart dress codes smack more of business than education (and the strange thing is that 'Business English' generally pays peanuts...but we all know the one that ends with monkeys (then shrieks and tears)).
Next idea for discussion: a tie (neck tie) can restrict hostages' movements - handy when your CELTA trainers haven't awarded you an A grade, or even a B.
), but because they aren't doctors saving lives, or bankers rolling in previous profits and now taxpayer bailouts, they probably aren't ever going to be that sharply dressed. (That's my "poor teacher" argument now well and truly exhausted!)).
), I remember EF thinking it would be a good idea if we did the initial meetings (for levelling students) with Nike in sports gear and EF sweatshirts to top it all off (this was around the time they were sponsoring two yachts in the Whitbread race, so there was some spare merchandise sloshing around). So teachers who'd packed and come over with formal suits and shoes went off scrabbling to dig out or buy more "appropriate" attire...and on the day presented a somewhat less-than-top-gear-like-Nike sight (it didn't help that my sweatshirt was something like M when I'm at least an XL. But maybe I looked buff in that tight top?). Then, when the actual courses began, I arrived (after a nice long stop-start taxi ride) at Nike with food poisoning from eating snails that a friend had bought (gathered?) and "cooked" the night before, dashed into the Nike toilets to throw up, wiped up quick, staggered out to help up with the textbook deliveries, and promptly split open the seat of my single-stitch trousers whilst bending for a particularly large and heavy box...had to teach the rest of the morning with my jumper tied around my waist and covering my bum. Wonder what my breath smelt like (Tip: Always carry toothpaste and brush with you whenever teaching at far-flung locations). (I wonder if there's any sort of book that might come out of all this? 
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