Gratitude

I currently work part-time as a tutor at a college.  Classes just started last week, so the tutoring center has been very quiet.  Most of the students I have been working with lately are ESL students, because their courses began about two weeks before the spring semester officially started.

I’m getting good at these ESL sessions.  I also find them extremely gratifying.  Of all the activist stuff I’ve done in my life, of all the things I’ve taught in the past, few things have been more gratifying than helping immigrants learn the language so that they can achieve their goals in this country.

Moreover, I find these sessions extremely humbling.  Since we’re right next door to Mexico, most of my ESL students are Mexican.  They come from all walks of life: housewives whose goal it is to speak English by the time they’re 50, teenagers who are trying to become fluent enough to eventually get their degree, adults who already have already earned advanced degrees but now find themselves back at square one, trying to learn English and get a degree in the U.S.

I complain a lot.  Not all at once, and not always aloud, but I definitely complain a lot.  I complain about the concerts and book signings and art house films I’m missing in New York.  I complain about having to to carefully budget so that I can make one biggish splurge a month, like buying enough fabric to experiment on a new sewing pattern, or finally getting that poor stray mama cat in my backyard spayed once and for all (keeping my fingers crossed for next week). I complain about the lack of selection at all the local public libraries.

I complain about having a master’s degree and not being able to find a full-time job, much less one with benefits.  I complain about being tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt.  I complain about having to sleep on the living room couch since I couldn’t bring my bed back down with me from New York.  I sure as hell complain about living back at home with my parents.  I complain that this is not where I saw myself being at this point in my life.  And then on top of all that, I complain about all kinds of other horrible things going on in the world (see: blog).

Today I spent nearly two hours working on vocabulary and pronunciation with an ESL student.  I was exhausted by the end of those two hours.  Turns out, he had been there at least 6 hours before we’d even begun.  It was his day off work, and he had to get his schoolwork taken care of.

He asked me in the middle of the session if I’d been born in the U.S.  Was English my first language?

Yes.  Yes.

He smiled at me then, enviously.  “You’re very lucky.”

A while after that session ended, I had another student come in for help on an assignment.  He was young, energetic, and eager to hear any suggestions I could give him.

He later confided that he’d been out of school for several years due to a disability, but was now well and eager to jump back into his studies, work hard, and later move to New York to fulfill his dreams.  His enthusiasm was infectious.

It’s days like these that snap me back to reality and put my privilege in check.

Advertisements

About Melissa

I love donuts. Chocolate iced, hold the sprinkles.
This entry was posted in education, life. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Gratitude

  1. Candice says:

    Wonderful post. I’ve done ESL tutoring myself and it is both incredibly rewarding and remarkably exhausting (sometimes). It’s not my primary responsibility but it’s something I would like to do more of.

  2. Julian says:

    Thank you for sharing this, Mellissa. It is so true how easy it is to lose sight of what I have that so many fight so hard/work so hard to obtain, in the way of basic levels of comfort, stability, accomplishment, and recognised status.

    Thanks for reminding me to do my own inventory and to be grateful. I have to think your students are so very, very lucky to have you to assist them more fluently into this language. Speaking EFL is indeed something I take for granted most of the time.

  3. Julian says:

    Sorry about the name typo!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s