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Here is your text: The first time I walked into the staff room of my ESL school in Chongqing, China.
I half-expected a scene from a sitcom—maybe a group of misfits with mismatched outfits and exaggerated quirks. Instead, I found a room where the air was thick with the scent of lukewarm coffee and unspoken drama.
The staff room became an unlikely sanctuary for me in this chaotic city. It was here that my colleagues would share stories about their weekends, or vent about the frustrations of teaching ESL to Chinese students. My worst expat colleagues weren’t just awkward; they were like a collection of misunderstood puzzle pieces, each one trying to fit into a system that didn’t quite know what it was.
One guy once tried to explain the concept of “face” to a student by yelling, "You must not embarrass me, or I will cry!" while the kid stared back like he'd just been told to solve a Rubik's Cube with his eyes. Another colleague spent hours crafting an intricate PowerPoint presentation explaining why proper grammar is crucial for effective communication... only to realize halfway through that it would be more engaging if we used emojis.
1. What do you think was causing my colleagues' awkwardness? Was it cultural differences, language barriers or something else entirely?
2. Can anyone guess how the colleague who spent hours on PowerPoint ended up with a slide titled “Grammar is Key” next to an image of a cat wearing sunglasses and a fedora?
There was also the time a colleague, who’d been in China for six months, proudly declared, “I’ve mastered the art of saying ‘thank you’ in Mandarin!” before accidentally insulting a student by mispronouncing the phrase as “thank you, but I’m not your mother.” The kid’s face fell so fast, I thought he might have been practicing for a horror movie. These moments weren’t just cringeworthy—they were like watching a comedy sketch where the punchlines were written by a confused toddler.
One of my colleagues, a self-proclaimed “language expert,” once tried to teach a lesson on idioms by asking students to guess the meaning of “kick the bucket.” When the class burst into laughter, he looked genuinely perplexed. “What’s so funny?” he asked, as if the word “bucket” had been invented in 2023. I had to fight the urge to explain that “kick the bucket” is not a recommendation for a grocery list. Meanwhile, another teacher insisted on wearing a “I Love China” T-shirt every day, even during the sweltering summer heat, as if the fabric itself was a form of cultural diplomacy.
Then there was the time a colleague from Germany, who’d never met a stereotype he didn’t want to exploit, tried to teach a lesson on “American culture” by playing a clip of *The Godfather* and asking students, “Why do these people always yell at each other?” The students, who had no idea what “The Godfather” was, just nodded politely while I silently prayed for a time machine to erase the moment. It wasn’t just the teaching; it was the way they treated every cultural nuance like a game of charades, where the rules were made up on the spot.
One of the most unforgettable moments came during a staff meeting where a colleague from the UK, who’d never set foot in a classroom before, insisted on “revolutionizing” the curriculum by introducing a lesson on “British tea traditions.” He brought in a teapot, a tray, and a bag of biscuits, only to realize the students had no idea what a “scone” was. The room fell silent for a full 10 seconds before someone finally asked, “Is this a snack or a lesson?” It was a reminder that not all cultural exchanges are equal—some are just awkwardly timed.
What made these experiences even more surreal was the way the school treated them like seasoned professionals. One teacher, who’d once asked a student, “Why do you speak like that?” after the kid mispronounced “hamburger,” was given a promotion for “creative teaching methods.” I couldn’t decide if it was a compliment or a warning. Meanwhile, another colleague, who’d forgotten the difference between “he” and “she” in Chinese, was praised for “adding humor to the classroom.” It was like being part of a reality show where the rules were written in a language no one understood.
Here’s a surprising fact you probably didn’t know: In some Chinese schools, teachers are required to wear matching uniforms, but the ones from expat staff are often a patchwork of mismatched shirts, hats, and sunglasses, as if they’re auditioning for a fashion show in a post-apocalyptic world. It’s not just a style choice—it’s a survival tactic.
Looking back, those experiences taught me that teaching abroad isn’t just about language or methodology; it’s about navigating a labyrinth of cultural misunderstandings, mispronunciations, and the occasional teapot. While I wouldn’t trade the stories for anything, I’ll always be grateful for the moments that reminded me why I love teaching—because even the worst colleagues can turn into the best anecdotes.
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