Ban Mi is a lovely place, small, but great. Probably its best feature
is that it is also home to four other ETAs; Katleeya, Pattara, Watong and
Asawin (better known as Katherine, Neil, Sheree and Oliver). Its second point
of attraction is that it is incredibly safe. Despite repeated local warnings of
late- night gang warfare and pick-pockets waiting at every corner, the most
terrifying thing I personally experienced would have to be the local wildlife.
Whilst there are a ridiculous number of dogs prowling the streets, the
underlying presumption seems to be that most of them belong to someone, and as
such, they do not pose a particular threat. Walking the three- minute, street-
lit journey to the local 7/11 therefore seems to be considerably less daunting
than facing our seven- foot long scaly neighbour (Neils and Asawin can confirm that
this beast does in fact exist). Teachers at the school have recounted tales of
trying to shoot the beast on the sly, only to have their bullets rebound off
its insanely thick skin. Word of this crocodile- like creature’s poisonous
claws has spread like wildfire. Fortunately, the only real disturbances we’ve
had at number two Teacher Boulevard have come in the form of geckos, mosquitoes
and spiders.
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Some of the Lop Buri massive members outside mine and Katherine's typically Thai house |
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Ban Mi teachers with Pi Sue: (L- R) Pi Sue, myself, Oliver, Neils, Katherine and Sheree |
Never having been particularly concerned about insects,
reptiles, or any other type of irritating creature, it has recently occurred to
me just how much of my time here has been spent embroiled in a battle against
bugs. As I write this, I am still reeling from the aftershocks of a pretty
drastic spider invasion. I still can’t quite believe that we called back- up,
even more so that our mentor actually came to our house at 11pm on a Saturday
evening to deliver us from our paralysed, torch- wielding states. Whilst this
is clearly testament to our mentor’s all- round amazing-ness (equally to her pyjama-
clad husband), it does give some sort of indication as to how big the spider
actually was. My ‘Mai Pen Rai’ attitude to the lightbulb in my room breaking
probably hadn’t helped matters either, and the cave- like appearance of my
living quarters evidently played its role in luring the spider to its
particularly nasty end.
Pest control aside, evening entertainment In Ban(t) Mi has
included:
YouTube
A spot of ten-pin bowling
‘Lesson Planning’ (YouTube)
It quickly became apparent that extensive lesson planning
was a complete and utter waste of time. I can still remember the wave of panic
engulfing me in my first solo lesson, when the course of the lesson deviated
drastically from my meticulous lesson plan. The pace at which ‘How are you
today?’ regularly descends into anarchy really is awe- inspiring, especially in
the absence of a non- computerised translator. Tangents are the Thai students’
speciality.
Similarly, the sheer volume of school trips and entire year
group absences across the board is staggering. This, combined with the bizarre
dichotomy between the grading system and the actual ability of the kids has
rendered an in depth level of organisation wholly unnecessary.
Something that has been intrinsically vital, however; is an
open mind. A willingness to try absolutely anything… If you tried to have
everything your way, the stress of everyday life would be so much, that you would
probably be institutionalised within a matter of weeks. Repeating ‘Mai Pen Rai’ (don’t worry) at every available opportunity is a national pastime.
It’s more ingrained into Thai culture than small talk about the weather in
England, even than wild gesticulation in Italy.
It’s funny how laid back the Thai people are about some
things, for example, the totally unintentional with-holding of information (such
as the sports complex, just three hundred metres down the road, that remained
unmentioned for a whole month), and how unbelievably efficient they are in
other respects. The inspection that took place whilst we were here was indeed a
sight to behold. Days before the big day, students were pulled out of class to
do the gardening; spring clean classrooms and sweep the dust off decorations
which had presumably not seen daylight since the last inspection. In the midst
of all this chaos, the whole of Mattiyong 1 (the youngest age group) and
Mattiyong 4 (aged around fifteen- enough said) were shipped off to
the local temple, on a three day spiritual adventure, conveniently coinciding
with one of the most important academic events in the school calendar. In spite
of this level of outward organisation, a mere fifteen hours before the arrival
of the inspectors from the Ministry prompted a wave of panic to cascade through
the English Department. It emerged that everyone had completely neglected to
write the all- important introductory speech for the welcoming ceremony.
Matters that needed addressing in this speech included the school’s recent
national award for their model toilets, the staggering number of pupils not
using drugs, and their recent hiring of two new English Teachers (*ETAs). These
seemingly bizarre priorities are easily explained by the fact that learning is
listed as only the fourth most important element of schooling in Thailand, in
what is the closest thing the country has to a syllabus. With just ten minutes to go before my next
lesson, paper and pen were thrust into my hand and my mentor hastily tried to
dictate to me a sugar- coated spiel. Somewhere between writing about ASEAN week
and congratulating myself for being a fantastic teacher, a fight broke out in
the adjacent classroom; a sure sign my students were waiting for me. Vowing to
finish it later, I rushed to the educational service of Mattiyong 2, just in
time to see my mentor scrawl ‘Thank you for listening’ mid- way through an
unfinished sentence and propel the speech into the oncoming path of an
unsuspecting student, to learn for the following morning.
In any event, the inspection seemed to go pretty well and
the poor girl held it together as she stood at the podium, delivering a speech
in her very best ‘Thinglish’. Katherine and I were also called upon to give
speeches to the visiting inspectors, but fortunately, we were spared the stress
of having to prepare anything beforehand, and had to declare our love for Thailand
to the expectant audience from the bottom of our hearts instead.
I’m going to miss the ‘I love you teacher’ from the adorable students
in Mattiyong 1, and the obligatory after- class photo sessions. Maybe I’ll even
miss the tale- telling, and the constant cooing from the armies of aspiring
lady boys. After this, teaching in the UK just couldn’t compare. I’ve grown to
like the chaos and uncertainty that characterise everyday life in the classroom
here; never knowing if your class is going to turn up or not has become
strangely liberating. Take the time when forty two Mattiyong 5 pupils were
suspiciously absent from their seventh period class on a Wednesday afternoon. I
managed to mobilise a pretty thorough investigation squad, involving the school
tannoy system, and various other teachers, eventually discovering that the
entire year group were all excused from school that day, because they were
doing a test about ‘pizza’ (a misspelling, perhaps, either way, nothing more
was explained, and no one else had previously noticed). The Thai teachers take
it all in their stride, and now, so do I. I like that the word ‘assistant’ has
clearly been irrevocably lost in translation- deciding what to teach, how to
teach it, who to teach it to by myself is great, especially in the apparent
absence of any standardised syllabus. Of course, sometimes it would have been
nice to have had a human translator in the classroom however, Google Translate
literally has been a godsend, and more often than not, a Thai teacher who makes
it to one of my lessons will just assume the hugely- distracting role of
photographer. An especially surreal moment was when Kru Nongrit (Nicky)
marketed an individual photo opportunity with Teacher Mali Wan (myself) as an
incentive for the kids, when I was struggling to elicit any volunteers from Mattiyong
3 to demonstrate their conversation about weather
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'The Line' |
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Casual chat, in front of the TV cameras! |
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What do you do when two classes turn up for the same lesson...? Inter- class telephone conversation!! |
Probably my favourite week in terms of teaching was week three,
where we decided to teach the Olympic Games. The students at Piyabut School
genuinely are into sports, and they picked up the vocab pretty quickly. I’m
still a bit gutted that we missed the Olympics this summer in London,
especially as my family had tickets, but this eased the pain a little.