Reflection of the First EFL Class

The First EFL Class - Friday, July 19^th 2013

When all through your life you've met countless teachers that misspelled your name, adding another on the list wouldn't be much of a problem. But when that teacher insisted he’s right and kept calling you that misspelled name, well that’s certainly new. It’s not a problem; after all isn't it normal for a British teacher to call an Asian name wrong? Still, Sir Jon, this is not a green light for you to keep calling me ‘Abi.’ It’s ‘Abe,’ seriously.  

Anyways, misspelled names aside, the first day was great. Not good, great. Why? Because I actually learned something. At first, I had expected that Sir Jon would just introduce us to the class, give some explanation, and all those casual routines. Until the last 10 minutes, my expectation was true. But then, a simple tuition - compiled only of a short explanation and a 2 minute exercise - changed everything.

The tuition helped us summarize correctly. It was concise, comprehensible, and relaxing to follow. It went fast - but not hurried. It was teaching. For me, it was the first time I experienced something like this. I truly enjoyed it, and I hope that the quality of Sir Jon’s teaching wouldn't deplete in the following days.