I Had Written Before About Attending “NOVA” and “One Coin English”…
I had already written about how I attend two English conversation schools, “NOVA” and “One Coin English.”
Yesterday, after my lesson there, I was asked to stop by the reception desk. That kind of thing hardly ever happens, so for a moment I thought perhaps they were going to commend me for my long attendance. Instead, it was the complete opposite.
“The L4 class at the Sangenjaya branch will close at the end of this month. We’d like you either to switch to private lessons, or transfer to another branch such as Shibuya.”
I had a bad feeling about this. At the start of the year, my only classmate had to quit because of work. By February, I thought new students might join, but that never happened. So despite being called a “group lesson,” I was the only student left. Even I had been forced to miss lessons here and there recently because of work, canceling just last week. Yesterday was actually my first lesson in two weeks—only to be told that the teacher who had led the class for a long time had just quit. They said it was “for contractual reasons,” but there hadn’t been the slightest hint of that two weeks earlier. No wonder I felt suspicious—and now this.
Switching my weekly group lesson to a private lesson (four times a month) would triple my tuition. Honestly, there isn’t a teacher at the Sangenjaya branch for whom I’d want to pay that much. On the other hand, if I transferred to another branch, I would lose the convenience of having a “local English school.”
I didn’t give an answer on the spot, but the receptionist said they wanted me to decide “as soon as possible.” Quite the treatment for a long-time student, I thought. Still, I held my tongue—complaining would only make me look like a cranky old man. Then again, maybe if I were a younger, attractive woman—or a cool-looking young guy—this class wouldn’t have dwindled down to just me. In a school where the average age is rather low, having someone like me, an old-timer, sitting there like the main fixture must have been tiresome for the staff. In truth, perhaps I myself was the “class crasher.” That’s one big difference from NOVA, where the average student age is higher and I never feel out of place.
Since I had already been leaning more toward NOVA, maybe this was a natural turning point to step away from One Coin English. Still, after going home, I checked the maps and schedules of other branches, and for now I decided to transfer to a class of the same level at the Shibuya branch.
Although Shibuya Station is on my commuting route, the branch is near the New South Exit—not at all convenient for me as a Den-en-toshi Line user. And having to take a train home after class, instead of strolling back on foot as I used to, already feels like a nuisance. Honestly, I have no confidence I can stick with it long-term. None at all. But for now, I thought it might not be so bad to try it out for a month or two. Weekly English output is precious, after all. Who knows—maybe I’ll happen to get a teacher I click with, or find the class atmosphere surprisingly good. It might even turn out all right in the end. Or maybe that’s too optimistic…
In any case, after my favorite café (Kurami) shut down, and now the closure of this English class, it feels like even the small pleasures in my daily life are being chipped away, bit by bit. No wonder I walked away from the conversation feeling so disheartened.