The English Teacher
Copyright© 2026 by DutchMark13
Chapter 2
James’s first day unfolded in a bewildering diversity of personalities, ambitions, and challenges. The first class, which started at one p.m., began in a brightly lit classroom filled with college students, mostly girls whose eyes sparkled with dreams of not only securing lucrative jobs but also the possibility of meeting a charming young man from America or Europe. The room itself was a blend of modern design and academic tradition, its walls lined with bookshelves and chalkboards bearing scribbles of past lessons. Part of the walls were adorned with inspirational posters and bilingual quotations, setting an upbeat tone.
As James introduced himself with a warm smile, one female student raised her hand and asked shyly, “Do you think speaking English will really open so many doors for us?” Her question captured the room’s collective hope and a touch of uncertainty.
“Every new word you learn is a step toward your future, whether in a career or in life,” James reassured them, thinking of his own background.
Most of the lesson centered around simple low-level business conversation, as it seemed many of the girls had their eyes set on a secretarial role in some company that did a lot of business in America or Europe. The boys, perhaps thinking of beginning their work life in similar companies, which might eventually lead to management roles, were happy to participate in the discussions – especially as they were very interested in pleasing the girls.
James took a deep breath as he watched the students file into the next class. When everyone had taken a seat, he observed a dozen upper-class college students, mostly young men, awaiting him with a mixture of anticipation and skepticism. As he began to scan his notes, he could sense the undercurrent of challenge in the air.
In the front of the room, the atmosphere was charged. A small group of assertive young men exchanged knowing glances and leaned forward, their expressions daring him to prove his mastery of the English language. Their aggressive postures and pointed questions suggested they weren’t satisfied with surface-level explanations; they craved the intricate, nuanced depths of both written and spoken English. Either that, or they wanted to test the ‘new guy’, and possibly score points with one another by tripping him up. One of them, a tall, confident student with a piercing gaze, fired off the first salvo,
“Professor, how do you reconcile the irregularities in English spelling with its etymological origins?” His tone was both challenging and inquisitive.
James smiled at the younger man. “First of all, I’m not a professor. That’s a title reserved for people who have earned a Ph.D. in their subject and teach at universities. And they’re all much older than I am.”
A few of the students laughed appreciatively at his mild use of humor.
Fortunately, during his interviews Miya had warned him that he might be challenged by some of his students, and so he had come prepared.
“However, you must remember that modern English is really based on the ancient Germanic language. The Romans forced Latin on the British people during their occupation, and the English later adopted many Greek words for their scientific language, especially philosophy and medicine. Plus, as with Japanese itself, there are words that have been adopted from other languages and then modified to sound more native.”
Many of the students were now nodding with agreement or new respect.
“So,” James concluded, “English is really a hodgepodge of ancient languages, most of which had totally different alphabets, and so the spelling of words is only made easier if you actually do know their origins.” Then he smiled sardonically. “However, not being a professor, I’m not really an expert on etymology. If you want that information, you’ll have to refer to the O.E.D.”
Just as a little dig, he did not explain he meant the Oxford English Dictionary. If the young man could challenge him, he could leave that for the student himself, if he didn’t already know it. James felt it was probably a good idea to let the student know who was the teaacher in the class ... politely, of course.
On the other side of the classroom, several young women watched the interaction with more measured interest. Their eyes shone with curiosity and respect. One of them seemed to regard him with an almost feral gaze, but he was too busy trying to explain clearly to really pay attention to her. They scribbled notes in their notebooks, and when James answered, they nodded appreciatively.
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