When they enter my class for the first time in college, their initial feelings are they lied to me. They promised me that I would never again have to sit in an English class and now I have to do just that. I hate English. I always hated English. I always will hate English. I dread English class and I never want to have to sit in an English. And now I have to suffer for one or more additional years now that I’m in college despite what they said. I hate English. I hate the people who told me I won’t have to take more English. I hate the teacher of English before I even meet him or her. Why were they so mean to me? And what can I do to get out of here?

Not a very positive approach is it? That’s not the way you would like to face your students on the first day is it? You would have preferred a more ideal first lesson, right?

Yes of course you would, but that is what you have. Now the goal is to take these students and to be able to survive yourself as the teacher. Given the circumstances, my first feeling is that I want to before teaching the language I would like to change the attitude towards the language from a feeling constant failure to a feeling that studying English is something that is worth accomplishing.

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