…despite having no kids of your own you still get called ‘mum‘ five times a day.
…hearing ‘nice to meet you‘ from kids you’ve been teaching for over a year makes you want to cry.
…’magic‘ becomes a valid answer to any question.
…most lessons resemble a game of charades, and you’re actually getting pretty good at it.
…you’ve given up trying to explain that dragons and unicorns aren’t real.
…you feel so proud when you hear a kid talking to their friends outside the classroom and they use an expression that you taught them.
…there’s always one child who was obviously allowed to choose his own name. In a classroom of Toms and Sophies, there’s Chocolate.
…you’ve perfected the ‘shut up and sit down‘ glare.
…you’ve given up caring when your students tell you that you’re having a bad hair day, that you’ve got dark circles or that you have ‘soju face‘.
…there is nothing more heartbreaking than planning what you think is an amazing lesson, only for it to fail. Spectacularly.
…when trying to explain some of the finer nuances of the English grammar to a bunch of 6 year olds you’re met with the same expressions as if you were teaching them the laws of astrophysics.
…every time you hear ‘so-so‘ in response to ‘how are you today?‘ a little part of you dies inside.
…your English actually starts to get worse.