If you were to ask me to name one quality that teaching has honed in me, I think I’d go with “adaptability.”
People are unpredictable, the adolescent breed even more so, and in a room full of twenty-odd unpredictable, hormonal teenagers, your lessons are never going to come to life in exactly the tidy procedure that you mapped out. You learn to adjust. To expect the unexpected.
One quality that living in Thailand promotes?
Same answer: Rolling with the punches, going with the flow. Expecting the unexpected, and remaining jai yen. As a teacher, this is something you work at. You begin to plan for the unexpected. You learn who each of the precious little gremlins in front of you is and you try to develop strategies to cope with their different learning styles and shenanigans. As a farang teacher in Thailand, adaptability isn’t just a skill, it is a way of life.
As with teaching, travel in Thailand requires you to be patient, flexible, and easy going.
How many hours I’ve sat idle on a bus– watching the rice paddies and concrete cities and 7-11′s zoom by… I couldn’t begin to guess.
You get dropped and abandoned at the side of the road at 4:00 in the morning in a torrential downpour, the driver assuring you that your ride to island paradise will arrive shortly. Bed bugs share your guesthouse with you. Maybe you find yourself up north in the Golden Triangle, playing the role of “midwife” to a mama pig in labor. Or, you finish your “tofu” dinner only to learn it was actually congealed blood. You’re carted along with your tuk-tuk chauffeur as he detours to the market to procure a raw fish, haphazardly flopping it down on the seat beside you. I wish I could claim ownership of all of these stories (especially the piglet-birthing) but they belong to my friends as well. There is no avoiding it for any of us. In a developing country where we don’t know the language, we’re often at the mercy of strangers and strange circumstances. Hilarity, frustrations, and unpredictable absurdities ensue.
And it is no different in school. Well, that’s a lie… there are no baby pigs here. If only. But my efforts to remain zen when I am totally clueless stay the same. Having taught in a pretty unstable urban public school district in Massachusetts, I am no stranger to the unexpected. But, while my well-mannered Thai pupils present fewer challenges in classroom management, the language barrier and my own Western schooling/ teacher’s training render an entirely different need for adaptation.
At the moment, I’m sitting in the school office with my fellow farang teachers, half an hour into the school day, and it’s occurred to us that none of the Thai faculty are here. None of us know where our co-workers are, but we’re not all that concerned. As foreign teachers we’re used to going about our usual business until it becomes clear we need to pivot.
We’re nearing the end of the semester, and right now our students are studying for their Thai exams. Again, we’re along for the ride. I was told that exams are Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, while another English teacher heard Monday and Friday. Will I be teaching at all next week? I dunno. Will I find out before I am supposed to be in the classroom? Not likely. Is this frustrating? Yes. But, I’ve learned to accept that I’ll never understand what’s going on in this country until it’s already happening to me. Timely information is not to be trusted– it always changes, anyway.
My boss said it yesterday as he informed us we’d be audited today… “I just found out ten minutes ago. But, this is Thailand!” in line with the nationwide “mai bpen rai” philosophy– a Renaissance-man of a phrase, meaning “You’re welcome,” “No problem,” ‘Nevermind,” “Fahget about it,” and “Hakuna matata,” Thai culture embodies the Buddhist Middle Way principle of emotional-moderation. You’re encouraged to remain calm and relaxed and just go with the flow.
As with our many travel misadventures, living in the dark makes each school day a little more exciting. Like when I signed up, perhaps against my better judgement, to participate in the school Sports Day Fun Run. One person told me that the run started at 8:30 am, someone else said 9:30 am. Yet another source told me 3 pm.
So, not knowing when it would begin, I arrived at school dressed in my usual teaching attire– my sneakers and oh-so-official racing outfit packed in my L.L.Bean backpack. I was busy planning a finals review game when I heard the horn sound, marking the start of the race. I hurdled over some desks, long-jump-ed my way into the bathroom, and changed into my running clothes in record time. I sprinted down four flights of stairs and by the time I finally arrived at the starting line, everyone had already left, and I was already winded.
But the man with the megaphone shouted at me to “Chase after! Chase after!” So, I chased after. I chased the entire Sa-Nguan Ying student body down the street until I caught up and joined the run. (But this is where Thailand and America become same same: I caught up to them within minutes because the kids had all started walking the second they were a block beyond the school gates.)
In a profession that is unpredictable to its core, in a country where the popular belief is just to roll with it, I never really know what’s going on. As a participant in a foreign culture, I think there is not much more I can or should do but accept and adapt.
Sometimes adaptation does become more of a challenge, though. As the school year comes to a close, I’ve found myself struggling with some of the expectations for assigning marks here. I can’t say that I am proud to have set aside some of the professional ethics I have internalized as a teacher in the States, but as a guest in this country and institution, I don’t think it’s my place to judge or try to change the system. So, right or wrong, frustrations aside, I’m just gonna keep going with the flow.