You know, something that I didn’t realize when I first moved to Mexico was how easy it was to get a job teaching English.
Now let me be clear – “easy” is relative.
In my situation, English is my first language, I had a B.A. when I arrived here and I eventually got a Masters.
Depending on the institution, you can often get a job teaching English with all of the above and without any teaching experience at all. None.
I didn’t have any training or studies in education when I first started nine years ago.
My first teaching job in Mexico in 2001 was pretty cool. I taught mainly adults and I really liked the program.
But the honeymoon teaching English and the job ended there in 2002.
And what resulted was a knotty string of English teaching jobs.
When I came back to Mexico last fall after my US tour, I jumped into another teaching job at a private school. We needed the money.
I left that teaching job in January for a freelance writing job that ironically didn’t work out.
One of the issues that I’ve been truly struggling with in Mexico since this past January is how to make a living in Mexico and not teach English.
Particularly not to elementary through high school kids. School jobs are a dime a dozen here.
But I can’t do it anymore.
For some of you who read this blog and I was your teacher, I don’t think that comes as a shock to you! lol
Sure, I had some great students who made my day, particularly at my last teaching job in Mexico City. You know who you are:)
But most of the time I was just very sad. Felt completely and totally useless. A babysitter with a Masters.
And it doesn’t matter the school. I always felt and feel the same way.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m the main breadwinner here in Mexico. I’ve made my peace with that.
But what I haven’t made my peace with is how me and R’s whole economic world shakes if I don’t teach English in a private school setting.
That’s the reality of the Mexico’s economy. It wobbles on broken toothpick legs.
Within that painful reality I have a lot of privilege in this broken economy, I know.
I could go and work in the States. But I’ll be there without R.
Many of us spouses of deportees do make that decision to back to the US; oftentimes, the economic decision is made for us. I’ve previously done it for temporary periods of time. I’d like to try to not do it again.
So what happens now that this deported man’s wife is “on strike” about teaching English in Mexico’s private schools?
Stay tuned kids, stay tuned.