Never are all doors closed. We live in an increasingly dipolar
planet between two extreme ends, which provide us opportunities to overcome
difficulties. Some schools needed teachers who would be willing to visit a
well-off student at their home to save them the 3 hours it would take to get to
class for a 90-minute lesson, or for a late-afternoon Saturday class. Native
speakers generally did not want to take on those classes because they were not
profitable or they simply preferred to have a beer with a pal on a Saturday
rather than teach English. For me, it was simply not a time to be choosy.
Gratefully, I took on these left-over classes to launch me in teaching, even
temporarily. I was confident that once I proved my ability, more work would
follow.
Days of job inquiries had continued unceasingly until that fateful
day when my eyes caught an ad about an American-based, highly-prestigious
international language school that offered not only English, but other foreign
languages as well. There I was, standing in my friend’s ‘genkan’, barely a meter long space inside the front
door and next to the elongated kitchen; the phone and the phone number right in
front of me. I was wavering between the thoughts of calling and getting
rejected again, and wondering if there could remotely be a position for a
Persian instructor. With almost no hope that this time it would prove to be any
different, I decided against the odds and called. There was no job for a
Persian instructor. No surprise. However, something far better than what I
expected was waiting for me.
The American head teacher, a professional linguist, specialized in
teacher-training and curriculum development of that school, had completely a
different idea about learning English from a native speaker. He perceived (as
it should be) language as an important communication tool and believed that
English is a global language used around the world. He emphasized that learners
needed to be exposed to different accents and pronunciations. I would
immediately secure an appointment for an interview.
In our meeting, I found him friendly and very confident. I was
tense after all that I had experienced up until then, but his pleasant
personality put me at ease right away. Throughout the interview, he asked
essential questions including relevant work experience, and seemed satisfied
with what I had to offer. The interview was conducted in English, so I don’t
believe he found anything absurd or peculiar in my accent that would presumably
hinder communication. I was hired.
Enthusiastically, I took the two-week training course. The school
was specialized in one-on-one and small group lessons. Students already had
learned enough grammar and vocabulary in high school; they just wanted to be
able to speak English with someone. The school also had exclusive materials
that I found well developed for private lessons. In addition, they had a
methodology for teaching those materials. The two-week training period helped
me get a solid background and added to my teaching experience I already
acquired in the Philippines and Iran.
When the training was over, I was given weekly classes right away.
Still living in Osaka, I was really thrilled, and a little boastful to be able
to find a job in a country ranked second best economy in the world, walking
alongside those haughty-looking businessmen, ‘sararimantachi’, on my way
returning home in those miles-long crowded underground passages. I realized I
still had a lot to learn but I was doing whatever I possibly could. After
sometime, the Nagoya branch needed teachers. So, I was dispatched to Nagoya
from time to time. Incredible! Although rejected by much smaller schools, I was
sent on business trips by this one. It gave me a feeling of accomplishment that
my contribution to society mattered!
Shinkansen-ride thrill
Riding the Shinkansen bullet train, then the fastest train in the
world, was quite an event, reminding me of train rides taken during my
childhood, but with everything in stark contrast. When I was a kid, my family
used to take the train to my mother’s hometown in northern Iran, near the
Caspian Sea. The trains, bought from Europe, were probably manufactured before
World War I. They looked like antiques, the ones with compartments that now a
days, we can see only in classic movies. It seemed to take forever to reach
your destination. Of course, as a child, I loved the long rides. Sitting in the
Shinkansen, enjoying coffee at the dining car while watching the scenic
view and reminiscing the childhood memories was truly delightful. When
approaching the terminal, slowly advancing with its projected snout, some
passengers on the platform excitedly taking photos, the Shinkansen looked
uniquely majestic, like a passing dignitary saluting soldiers.