My Chinese Nightmare

Ten or 15 years ago I was toying around with the idea of becoming ESL (English as a Second Language) certified so I could teach the language in a foreign country.  Perhaps a better word would be fantasizing. I never really pursued the fantasy for a few reasons.  Number one, in a class room situation I am a dreadful teacher.  I do fine one on one or maybe myself and 2 or 3 other souls sitting in a cube as I go over a technology I know really well. I have had people praise me mightily in those circumstances. The few times I was roped in presenting to a large group to teach something, I felt like it was a horrendous experience for me and my audience.  Another reason is that an English teacher in a foreign country does not earn much.  When I was having these fantasies it was pre 2008 and my 401k was looking very fruitful.  I thought maybe I could work for experiential reasons versus pecuniary.

Now the real kicker for me is my accent.  I have lived so many places my accent is really a mish-mash of several regions.   It is, however, mostly an Okie accent with a good dose of Southern thrown in.  To illustrate the point, I will tell you of a date that almost was not. I met my second wife via Yahoo Personals (they no longer exists).  I was working a contract in St. Louis and thought it would fun to meet someone to go out with.   We went back and forth over email for a week or so.  I got her number and called her up to ask her out for a date.  Reaching her voice mail and being a polite Southern gentleman, I left a message.  She listened to it and promptly called up her girlfriend to say, “He seems like a really nice man, but I cannot understand anything he says.  It will never work.”  Thankfully, Viki calmed her down and we went out on that first date.

Back to the real kicker, in my fantasy I was teaching in mainland China.  I was surrounded by 10,000 of my young Chinese students speaking awful English with  perfect Okie accents.  I knew in my heart of hearts that the world was not ready for such a phenomenon.


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2 Replies to “My Chinese Nightmare”

  1. Heard a story once about a Chinese woman who moved to Texas and learned “English” there (note that I put English in quotes there as they speak a dialect): she spoke English with a Texas drawl/accent and a Chinese accent

  2. Oh David I completely remember the day she told me about you!!!! We were walking at Longview Park and when she told me about you , you sounded wonderful until she imitated your accent… I was hysterical!!!!! I could NOT understand one word she said!!!!!! I then said, “Robin, you HAVE to meet this guy! You’ll have a great time at least laughing your guts out!!!!!! It will be SO FUN!!!”

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