Teaching in Taiwan was my first real teaching experience. I didn't seem to mind it at first. I've always heard that teaching is rewarding in the end, when you see the progress that the children have made. After the first three months of teaching I was starting to hate it more and more. The children were happy but just loud. It was hard to keep several classes under control. I would come home and just lay on the couch and pass out. One day my boss came to me and asked me what was wrong. He said that in the past few weeks I looked like a "dead zombie". So I finally told him my problem. He took me out to have a tea and told me many different styles of classroom management. He talked about how every class is going to have a different attitude towards English so I need to find a different strategy for every class. The next couple weeks I had tried to use this new strategy, it didn't work. One day I came in tired and not wanting to teach that day. The kids had noticed too. I thought they were going to try and take advantage of me that day. But, as I started teaching the students were behaving and participating. I thought it was a miracle. After class I noticed my boss had a huge smile all over his face. I went up to him shook his hand and said thanks. From that day on I really found out what it means to be a teacher.