St. Benedict College, Bangkok

An ESL experience at a for-profit college in Thailand.

BACKGROUND: Originally, I'd been in business, as an insurance underwriter, but left that occupation when my company was decimated by the "Great Recession" of 2008.

The following year my wife and I divorced after a short, unhappy, childless marriage.

I decided to change careers. Reinvent myself. Do something more rewarding.

Having taught English in Europe, during a backpacking stint after college, and having loved it, I figured I'd try teaching as a career.

But, after getting licensed as a high school teacher, I was having difficulty finding full-time teaching positions, even though I had an MBA and prior teaching experience.

All I could get was part-time substitute work...

A classmate of mine from grad school, in a similar situation, had been teaching English in Asia and encouraged me to try it.

Since I've practiced martial arts my entire life, I've always been fascinated by Asia, Asian cultures, and have always wished to travel there.

But the time was never right. It being an expensive, 15-hour plane ride, didn't help, either.

However, now the time was right.

The divorce was amicable. There were no kids, no debts, and no alimony payments.

I'd lived frugally, had money saved. I was still somewhat young. The time had arrived for such an adventure. It was then or likely never.

I found a few ESL, TEFL job websites, posted my resume.

With my MBA, business experience, teaching license, and prior teaching experience, I found that I was highly sought after.

I decided on a college in Korea that hired me to teach business courses and conversational English. The thought of being a "university lecturer" intrigued me and was a lot more prestigious sounding than working at a training center, cram school or high school.

It'd look sweet on my resume, too, if nothing else.

I planned to stay a year or two in Korea, rack up more teaching experience and head back to the States. But that anticipated short stay morphed into a prolonged stint at a public college in Korea. 8 years in all.

I'd stayed because I liked it.

A lot.

I had a fantastic overall time in Korea, enjoyed the teaching, the respectful, hard-working students, helpful staff, friendly deans, and I especially liked and got on well with my perpetually half-drunken, backslapping school president.

I liked most everything, except being forced into working the occasional extra-curricular activity, mostly as a judge for contests, debates, talent shows, and except the excessive weekend drinking culture and casual racism I faced...

Such as Korean women gasping, clutching their purses as me, a middle-aged white man, in a suit and tie, passed by them, being followed around stores by suspicious shopkeepers and refused service at the occasional bar, restaurant or taxi; many NPC, everyday Koreans I encountered seemed genuinely afraid of foreigners...

Aside from those trivial annoyances, generally my time in Korea was an immensely happy one. I learned Korean, learned to love kimchi, and loved my job, role at the school.

Not only did I like the work, but the position had its perks too, namely tons of time off, and I used the ample vacation time I had, and generous salary, to travel the world, hitting Australia, Canada, parts of the States, but, the best by far, was traversing the entirety of Asia.

My favorite spot- definitely-

Thailand.

The "Land of Smiles" as it's called.

The friendly people, fascinating culture, the food, the kickboxing.

Having been into martial arts forever, and seeing movies set there, I'd always been intrigued by Thailand, and found myself in love with the place, the fun and sun, particularly the bustle of Bangkok, with its crazy nightlife, and the jaw-dropping beauty of the numerous Thai islands, their cerulean waters, white sand beaches, conical, jagged mountains jutting from the seas.

I was instantly hooked, and once I'd been to most every country I'd wanted to visit, and between visits to other countries, I revisited Thailand at virtually every opportunity.

It had pretty much become my vacation home. And I daydreamed of someday working or living there.

But, in Korea, I had a great job, and had been with a great girl, the first serious relationship I had since my divorce.

We got along tremendously. She was gorgeous, could have been a K-Pop star, maybe. She worked in administration in my school's admissions office.

Sadly, our ethnic differences would be what doomed us...

Her family wanted to marry her off to another Korean family; for racial reasons, they couldn't accept their daughter married to a foreigner.

Although I was financially secure, had saved money, and was making decent cash as a university lecturer, when my girlfriend came out to them, about me, after us "secretly dating" for years, her parents vetoed any chance of us being together and forced her to marry a man, a policeman, she had no interest in.

Due to traditions, filial piety, she had no choice but to do it, and, even though she initially offered to "run away with me," possibly to another country, I couldn't let her do that. I couldn't make her choose between me and her family.

So, we split up. It was one of the most difficult, gut-wrenching things I'd ever done. Worse than my divorce.

From then on, I decided I needed another change.

On a trip to Thailand, I decided to see what was available, on the job front there, and see if I could use my MBA and over 8 years' teaching experience to land work there...

But it was a struggle to find university work in Thailand.

In fact, due to the rising cost of education, the lower birth rate, many colleges, universities in Thailand have been closing, and I'd read in the Bangkok Post that official estimates forecast perhaps up to 50% to 75% of higher education institutions will close throughout the 2020s.

I didn't wish to teach high school or middle school, especially after hearing firsthand accounts of tiny, crumbling classrooms with no AC, warped blackboards, and Lord of the Flies type atmospheres...

The teaching conditions like a zoo, kids running around, going nuts, admins completely inept, often hostile to foreign teachers, teachers having to "clock in" every day like a factory worker, having to ask for permission to leave the school grounds, having to do "gate duty"- stand outside the school's front gates, in searing heat, breathing in diesel fumes from cavalcades of motorbikes and pickup trucks while waving "hello," welcoming somnolent kids to school in the morning.

It sounded like hell.

The training center jobs I saw, with their assembly line teaching, dancing monkey duties- literally having to sing and dance for clapping children- that didn't sound much better.

The training centers also were corporate operations, chains, offering little vacation time, short contracts, and low pay, unsteady, often part-time hours, probably, largely, due to the plentitude of foreigners already in Thailand, especially the backpacker, begpacker sorts, who'd teach for scraps.

I'd seen almost no universities hiring, and read that to get a uni job, one needed to contact the schools directly.

So I emailed several, asking about vacancies but didn't hear anything. The search was looking grim, and I figured I'd either return to Korea or perhaps look back into teaching in America, as the economic situation there had improved.

Suddenly, lo and behold, a job ad graced my phone.

It was from a school, on the outskirts of Bangkok; a college, A COLLEGE! A private college called: "St. Benedict International College." It was a Catholic school, in Thailand, about 20 years old, claiming to be a top ranked school.

The ad listed a decent salary, for Thailand, 40-60k baht, per month, and the ad's pictures displayed a sprawling, verdant campus with macadamized walkways, marble statues and palm trees everywhere.

They were recruiting university lecturers, particularly those with prior teaching and business experience...

Being a school founded 20 years ago, there was shockingly little online about the school aside from official school promulgated information, school created Facebook groups.

There weren't many previous teachers' experiences or reviews posted anywhere. Only a handful of positive reviews on Glassdoor, and nothing on Dave's ESL, ThaiVisa, except a previous applicant asking if anyone had info on the place.

Many advise speaking with current teachers at the school to ask questions, speak with before you apply or accept a job offer at a school abroad, but the problem with that is schools will only provide well-adjusted teachers as references.

(I know, because I was asked by my previous school to help recruit!)

So I figured, whatever, I'd take a shot. It's only a one-year contract. Might as well apply. See what happens...

APPLICATION PROCESS: I followed the usual interview protocol. Sent in my CV, cover letter. A few days later, I had a request to set up a Skype interview.

The interview started with a stressed out looking middle-aged lady from HR, asking me a few basic questions, probably just gauging whether or not I was sane, didn't have a speech impediment, a thick regional accent or that I wasn't too old or disabled (in Thailand, there aren't the same age, racial, handicapped discrimination laws as there are in Western nations, at least ones that are regularly enforced...)

Stressed out lady then asked me to hold on, while she got the school's president to come speak with me.

I was made to wait for nearly 10 minutes.

To me, as a Westerner, this would normally be considered rude, inconsiderate, waiting so long; however, having spent much vacation time in Thailand, I knew they often operated on "Thai Time," where things are done at a slower pace...

People walk slower, are usually late for anything (unless direct payment of money is involved, then they're generally quite punctual!) so I didn't think much of it.

When the president arrived, we had a positive chat, chemistry, and I liked her idea of creating an international school, a college, with teachers from around the world, providing the students an English environment, where they could not only learn, enhance their English, but could concurrently enrich their knowledge of the world, being exposed to teachers from a venerable UN Council of Nations.

There were around 20 countries represented at the school, she said.

She was an elegant, charismatic woman, I must say, the president.

She was a tad older than me, at 46, and slightly chubby, but she presented herself well, wore heavy makeup and an exquisite aqua blue taffeta dress.

Moving her hands as she spoke, I saw she was donning hefty gold rings, and her pearly necklace and diamond earrings sparkled prismatically, like lightning off my laptop screen.

Her smile too, was high-voltage, electric, and as she spoke, in near-perfect English, I could envision her being a keen, shrewd businesswoman.

I wanted to work with her. I wanted the job. It'd been exactly what I'd hoped to find, for some time, and, with alacrity, I told her I'd be happy to work there.

Our interview ended well, and I figured I'd passed the test and might have an offer.

But nearly a month passed with no response. I considered contacting them, to inquire, before I sent off any additional resumes.

It wouldn't be necessary. A couple days later, I received an offer from St. Benedict and was elated.

I still had a semester remaining at my college in Korea, though, and I promptly informed the Korean school I'd be leaving and emailed St. Benedict that I'd take the job and signed and returned their contract.

Their contract, like my school in Korea, had vague, legalese language, as most contracts do.

A lot wasn't clear.

There was nothing in it about office hours, which I didn't have at my school in Korea.

There were similar contract-breaking penalties as my Korean contract, but those are fairly standard in ESL jobs.

The only thing I didn't like was that the plane ticket, visa application fees were to be covered entirely by me, whereas my previous college, many other colleges, schools will reimburse that or at least a portion of it, and that St. Benedict's probation period would last four months, and during this time, I'd have no health insurance.

But, nothing's perfect, and I was ready to sacrifice financially, to an extent, to be in a less xenophobic, warmer, friendlier place.

The school was also to provide an apartment close to campus, plus a shuttle bus, daily. I'd been living on campus, and preferred that, but I figured that I'd be close enough to school that it wouldn't be a big deal.

The school had sent me a picture of a nice, sunny, big furnished apartment, with a king-sized bed, fridge, and big screen TV.

My current place, as is typical in Korea, was super small, though clean and upscale, so I looked forward to having more space.

I looked forward most to living in Thailand, really, and being around friendly, fun, kind people, getting lots of sun and not having to return to frigid air and cold faces.

The whole term, I prepared for arriving in Thailand. I began studying rudimentary Thai. I learned about the history, culture, do's and don'ts. I researched the area I'd live.

Soon enough, my arrival date approached. Aside from a holiday greeting I'd received from HR, I'd not had regular communication with anyone.

The time to collect paperwork from the school, for my visa, came, and I fired off a few emails requesting basic, crucial documents.

I also emailed the Thai consulate near my hometown.

Neither the school nor the consulate returned any of my emails.

I phoned both places. Nobody answered the phone.

I emailed the school again. Again, no reply.

I wasn't sure what to do. Perhaps the lady from HR, the one who'd sent the holiday greeting, was gone? On vacation? Left the job? Who knows.

But someone should have responded to such serious requests for visa documentation. Not that I expected an instantaneous reply, but two weeks went by, and there'd been nothing, and I was getting worried...

VISA ISSUES: Since I wasn't receiving any replies, I decided to search the school website and email several other addresses, practically begging for a reply, clearly stating my situation, hoping a kind soul would be charitable enough to answer.

(My Korean visa was about to expire, and I needed to vacate my Korean apartment. Time was becoming thin...)

It was a day or two after my email carpet-bombing campaign that I finally received a reply and got a couple of the documents. But not all of them.

I emailed back but didn't have any response, for a week, until I again carpet-bomb emailed various departments to finally get the documents I required.

Although this was disheartening, all throughout I never took it personally, got angry, or sent all-caps emails or anything of the sort.

I thought this to be more of the "mai pen rai" "sabai sabai" sort of commonly Thai attitude, that maybe "Thai Time" included emailing too.

My term was to start in the fall, and over that summer I came by the school, for a visit, and to collect a few documents, provide the school documentation they'd need to process my visa, residence permit.

Most international schools, at least in Asia, when a foreign teacher arrives, will send someone to the airport to welcome and bring the teacher to the school...

Arriving in a foreign land, can be nerve-racking for novices, first timers, especially coming to countries as diametrically different as those in Asia, where many nations are developing, in flux, chaotic...

Additionally, a foreign teacher will probably have spent ten to twenty hours on a plane, be terribly jet-lagged, so any postulant arriving into that sort of situation would likely necessitate such procedure from a practical standpoint, if not a moral one.

Most international schools in Asia do take responsibility, ensure a teacher who has just travelled fifteen thousand miles has, at least, a ride to the school, basic accommodation, upon landing.

However, no offer of pick up or anyone meeting me at the airport was provided from St. Benedict.

Since I was already in Asia, had been to Thailand many times, this wasn't a big deal for me. But for others, it could be.

The school not offering a simple pick up at the airport was, though, a massive red flag...

Along with the red flags raised in how little info about the school there was online, and how I had to carpet-bomb email them and beg for critical visa documents, red flags were now popping up everywhere, like a beach before a storm.

And I began to see myself as a surfer standing under a molasses of dark clouds, on a windswept beach- about to jump into the maw of a swirling, angry ocean, somewhat nauseous when I clicked "confirm" to purchase my plane ticket.

But, what the hell, it was only a one-year contract...

ARRIVAL: I spent the first couple days in Bangkok, at a cheap hotel, and received a phone call from the school, asking when I would come there. We arranged a day and time.

I was impressed they called.

(At this point, my expectations, the proverbial "bar" had been lowering, further and further downwards, like a limbo contest...)

I thought they might send a car to get me, but no offer was made, nor did they provide a car when I asked, so I had to book a taxi out there, pay and find my own way...

The school was a good hour and a half from downtown Bangkok.

I knew this going in, and it wasn't a problem.

I'd been in an industrial area in Korea, that had air pollution issues, and I'd been looking forward to being in a cleaner, bucolic surrounding, at least that's what the pictures, Google maps, website of the school had led me to believe.

I thought I'd head into Bangkok once or twice a month, on weekends, holidays, for fun, but mostly I was happy to be living out in the Thai countryside and was wishing to explore the nearby national park via motorbike, as I done in the north of Thailand, traversing Esan, the Laotian border, on a previous journey to Thailand.

But as the taxi approached the school, the uglier and uglier the outskirts of Bangkok became.

Decrepit buildings, bumper to bumper traffic, even an hour outside the city. Though I did see the occasional gorgeous temple or decent looking school, half-built or unsold condo.

The further we got, the closer to the school, the more it looked like I thought. Sprawling green rice fields, canals, egrets soaring by, even the hovels lining the canals had a rustic charm to them.

The cab driver had trouble finding the school, because it was so remote, so I had to call the HR lady to help give him directions. Fortunately, she picked up her phone and helped.

When we got there, though, finally, 10 minutes later, no one greeted us at the school, at the gate or at the door, and the HR lady didn't answer her phone.

Stepping into the administration building, which sat at the head of the small campus, I noticed immediately that the building was in shabbier shape than it seemed in its photos.

It was dark inside, with paint chipping off the walls, and there was a damp, moldy smell...

I plopped my bags in the hallway and wandered around until I found the office responsible for foreign teachers.

Immediately upon entering the office, I could tell something was amiss. The office didn't seem like a happy place. There was a palpable tension that I sensed just stepping foot inside. Something ugly in the air. Something suffocating.

The secretary, contrary to many Thais, who smile upon greeting a stranger (mind you they were supposed to be aware of my arrival, too, and I was dressed in a suit and tie), the secretary, with a stone cold, unpleasant, exasperated face, asked simply if "she could help me..."