The time has come, my English-teaching friends, to come out of the closet. Rather, I’ve been called out of the closet. Because even though I would have liked to stay safely inside, tossing white piles of print-outs and worksheets and mediocre vocabulary exercises onto my students’ desks, something has happened.
My students have called me out.
There’s something curiously human about the classroom. Students, as annoying and naive and naughty as they can be, are not stupid. And it’s a rather humbling experience as teacher when they themselves, in all of their 4 feet of stature, confront you on this.