Oh ... Auntie, my Auntie ...
What unspeakable horrors one ofttimes faces in the wake of growing older while, at the same time, attempting to maintain his/her value in the EFL word. At age 67, with at least 13 successful years of senior-level EFL experience on an international level behind me, I have found it increasingly difficult to sell my assets to employers who have indicated a need for teacher talent in their schools or business enterprises. Of course, I fully realize that I am no longer able to rant and rave (rap), sing grand opera like a pro, or even stand on my desk delivering my much-acclaimed ELVIS imitation -- all with the objective of sparking student attention. Nonethless, my lectures, lessons, and supervision of student English language conversation has been most effective wherever I have been employed in recent times. My complaint today is not so much about my personal problems as it is concerning the overall difficulties of us older folk in what has steadfast become a marketplace for recent college graduates ... and, in many cases, for those who have never attended an institute of higher learning.
Perhaps you may have an observation or two -- possibly a suggestion -- on this disturbing matter. Oh, yes, and before I depart, let me tell you that one of my students recently inquired as to WHEN I planned to retire. Said I, "When they place me into that pine box ... THAT'S when!" Amen.