Mother in Israel has posted a funny story about her experience teaching elderly Russian immigrants in New York.
Years ago, I also taught English and Judaism to elderly Russian immigrants. I found them to be hysterical. They would comment on and argue about every little thing. I was very young then, and inexperienced, but Russians have a strong tradition of being respectful toward their teachers, so they always called me "teacher" and listened respectfully while I spoke. One day, I was having a lot of trouble explaining a concept, and one of the men got upset and started complaining under his breath in Russian. The other students immediately shushed him, and a lady in the front row smiled at me and said, "Don't worry, darling, you're doing fine!" Embarrassed, I struggled through the rest of my explanation. When I was done, they clapped politely.
At the end of the term, they brought me flowers and thanked me profusely for teaching them so much. Considering the fact they we all knew that I had NOT done a good job, it was unbelievably sweet of them.
The next day, I was gently "let go" from the job.
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