The joy and pain of teaching in Thailand


We all have our own stories to tell. Some stories are better off forgetting as they caused us to lose trust and respect for the parties involved. They are the people who wronged, abused and attacked us in any way. The ones who took advantage of our weaknesses, and robbed us of opportunities.

However, there are also stories worth remembering as they helped us grow and continues to do so. They are the ones whom we can consider the wind beneath our wings in the Kingdom, for without them, we wouldn’t be where we are now. They are the ones who continue to inspire and motivate us. The ones who never ceased to give us hope.

Get to know Jocelyn Guzman, a fellow Filipino who’s about to celebrate her 10th year in the Kingdom. She gave thanks to the people who helped and guided her in her path.


It’s October again and this month, I’m celebrating my 10th year in Thailand as an ESL Teacher. Working in a foreign land hasn’t been that easy. It took me years and a lot of patience and hard work for to get settled not to mention the ocean of tears and heart breaking homesickness being away from home.
There were cold and lonely nights. There were uncountable nightmares and unbearable pains of getting sick but still had to get up the next day for another long day. I must be strong at all times to prove my worth as a teacher. I had to be a clown for sometimes, an actress, an acrobat, a dancer or any one that could give my students some sort of fun and encourage them to learn English in a fun and more relaxing way. I’m an artist so I can produce and design my own teaching aids and materials creatively.
In my journey, I’ve met a lot of people along the way. Bad and good people. From the South to the North, East to the West, I’ve experienced being discriminated over European Teachers and Native English Speakers. I’m not white. I’m Asian. I’m a Filipino. But discrimination never stopped me from doing good and proving myself to every school I’ve work with.
Modesty aside, I’m a licensed and professional teacher with Master’s Degree and loads of training certificates to boast about. But in the Land of Smiles, the white people gets paid higher than me although some of them are just backpackers and no degree. Well, as years passed by, I got used to it, but still hoping and praying to get recognized and paid equally, not based on my race but by my performance.
From the good people I have met along my journey, I could mention a few. Pi Tuh and Pi Dek from Yala who took care of me in my first year of teaching in Thailand, Ajarn Am- Orn and Khun Charin who were so good to me during my stay in the deep South.(In Thailand, Pi is addressed to older people like brothers and sisters equivalent to Kuya and Ate to Philippines. Ajarn or Kru is addressed for teachers.)
Ms. Nok and Mr. Simon Jack of Arundel Language Institute were a couple, the owners of the agency, who made me feel like I’m one of them. No discrimination. They also treated the Filipino teachers as equal to Europeans and NES. Ms. Nok was not just my employer. She was a good friend and a confidant. No dull moment with her.
In Bangkok, I will never forget Khun Pii and Ajarn Lawrie of Ramkangheang Institute of Languages who were so supportive to all foreign teachers. Ajarn Jinthana and Ajarn Nudtanong of Nonthaburi Project deserved the praises of being accommodating, understanding and supportive to me. But among the good, there are better and there would always be the best.
In my current school, I found a new family. I have Apple, Suenead, Pam and Ou. They’re my good friends. My younger sisters in Thailand. I remember the first time I came here, a very fine lady approached me and offered me a teaching job. I didn’t have any plan of applying then because I was expecting to work with the agency that Nico, a good friend, was managing. But something came up so I called her up. But to my bad, they had already hired an Iranian Teacher.
Days passed by and I was already losing hope but I had nothing to do but knelt down and pray for miracles. Then I got a phone call that changed all my plans. It was Ajarn Orasri Sittichotti. She was an English Teacher in my school for nearly 37 years and was a French Teacher for 30 years. She was then the Head of the English Department.
I was hired in the school two years ago. And for two years, Ajarn Orasri was always by my side, to give moral support and to be an inspiration. Few months ago, she requested me to bring home the gold prize from the SKIT Competition. For a charming and lovely boss like her, who could day “No”? So I did. My MEP students brought home “gold” and a place from among 22 very good MEP schools in Bangkok. The very first gold that my department got from English Competitions.
My School Director and the rest of the Assistant Directors were so happy but of course, my boss. But this month, Ajarn Orasri is retiring. She loves traveling around the world. She’s been to Japan, Korea, and China, India and other ASEAN Countries. She was in Europe for multiple times and her favorite country is France. After her retirement, she will visit India again for medication and sight-seeing. She will then enjoy her life to the fullest, stress-free, happy and worth-living.
It’s heart-breaking and tear-jerking to see her leaving. She’s a pillar to lean on, a true leader to follow. Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, positive thinker. She’s a lady of few words, a woman of dignity and honor. She’s never a boss. She’s a sister and a true friend. Through her, I found a new family. She gave me a “home” when I had nowhere to go.
Because of her, I got a job and she’s the reason why I stay. No matter how hard the works were, all was lightened and carried because of her. Her smiles, her words were worth-remembering and she’s a very important person I can never forget for the rest of my life. She’s a woman full of life.
I don’t worry anyhow. Although Ajarn Orasri is leaving, I will be left in the hands of three equally good and kind superiors, Pa Tata, Pi Noi and Pi Uwan who never get bored of assisting and supervising me.I wish I could offer more to improve the skills of my students.God help me.
I have no idea how long I will stay in Thailand. Maybe a few more years then I will take another journey somewhere in this planet, to inspire, to give hope and maybe to leave a legacy in the hearts of the next generation, not forgetting the fact that in every teacher’s life, there is always the joy and pains of teaching.
Jocelyn Guzman
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