In order to supplement my income, I've taken on some private ESL students in my free time. It's actually quite easy for someone like me to find private students online. All you need is a profile on a Japanese-friendly ESL teacher website... and the students will basically find you. Most of them are generic businessmen who lead very monotonous lives... you might get a couple doctors or lawyers with something interesting in mind, but most of them are just looking to impress their boss with some English they've learned on the side.
|We work 14 hours a day... cut us some slack!|
|A win-win situation|
But once in a while, I get an "Anomaly." A student who stands out from all the others. These people are not necessarily good at English, but are just SO WEIRD that I can't ignore them. And that kind of sh$t fascinates me.
The Dentist's English is quite terrible. I'm not exaggerating. When we met, he didn't know the plural of "tooth."
Seriously... Let that sink in for a minute.
This man was accepting foreign patients when we met.
AND HE DIDN'T KNOW THE PLURAL OF TOOTH.
I've never trusted dentists. I think that anyone who sticks their fingers in another person's mouth for a living is not to be trusted. I've always been wary of their power over people, and I've never felt safe around them. I don't know why- I've actually had pretty great dental care my whole life. Despite my totally amazing dental-care history, I still carry this suspicion of dentists.
And then I met The Dentist.
He comes from a family of Dentists. His father is a Dentist, and his three older brothers are Dentists. His mother is a Dental Hygienist. I can just imagine the weird-ass upbringing this guy has had. Tooth-themed family outings... tooth-related children's toys...
And yet... when he asked me for a lesson, I said yes. I wanted to believe that I could look past the weirdness of his dentally-oriented history. After all, he's a doctor! He specializes in dental implants and has aspirations for dental surgery. He also seemed like a very nice person and was very passionate about his trade.
I respect that.
His lessons were always very dental-themed. After I discovered how little English he understood, I took it upon myself to teach him basic phrases for taking care of patients.
"Please sit down and lay back."
"We need to extract the back molar."
"Please sit up and spit."
"Do you have insurance?"
After a couple months, things got... more specific. He was interested in high-end dental implants for seniors. I started teaching him phrases like:
"After we extract the tooth, we will drill into the jaw and surgically implant a replacement."
"Please come back tomorrow so that we can clean the area with ethanol and remove the stitches."
"You have something which looks like periodontal pre-cancer. We need to take x-rays."
I would have been proud of my work... if it wasn't for his reaction. Every time we talked about removing a tooth or doing something gruesome, he would smile and giggle... like a school boy. He would describe dental surgery like a puppy discovering food. He started to bring misshapen dental molds to our lessons for demonstration- in order to better describe how he would rip open gums and drill into jaw bones.
|An actual thing that he brought to class|
So now I'm stuck between a piece of plaque and a molar; I could get rid of the guy to stop my skin from crawling, but he's a hell of a student who's eager to learn and pays good money for the opportunity.
My sick sense of curiosity wants me to find out what he'll do next... (last class he pretended to stir his coffee with an upper jaw).
I'll probably keep seeing him- he's like a vicarious horror movie, for christsakes!
I'm genuinely conflicted on this one... What should I do?
Stay tuned and goodnight!