Will you tutor me?
Waiting for the 19 at a stop in Cedar-Riverside, I was approached by a eager-looking guy, also waiting for a bus, who asked me in broken English for my name. As an ESL tutor, I was more than happy to help him practice his English, so I told him my name without hesitation. He then asked me a string of questions about my life, which seemed well within the scope of my ESL classes, so I gave him truthful answers and willingly fed the conversation, convinced that this was a valuable learning opportunity for him. Continue reading ‘Will you tutor me?’
Hot-Ass Bus
A couple of years ago I had a job as an English as a Second Language teacher, for adults. Part of our curriculum was to teach the students how to ride the bus. Another teacher and I had about 15 students with us, all recently-arrived Hmong refugees from Thailand. It was hot that day- well over 90 degrees, and the bus was late. Continue reading ‘Hot-Ass Bus’
