Now, picture this: a 28-year-old from Manchester, with a degree in creative writing and a heart full of dreams, lands in Chengdu with a suitcase, a visa, and a quiet hope that this is the beginning of something real. She walks into her school on day one, smiling nervously at a group of kids who’ve been told that “foreigners are cool, but not too cool.” She’s eager. She’s prepared. She’s even made a PowerPoint on Shakespeare that she’s proud of. Then, two weeks later, she’s asked to substitute for a gym teacher during a sudden staff shortage, and suddenly, her title shifts from “English Teacher” to “The One Who Can’t Use a Volleyball.” It’s not the job she dreamed of, but it’s the job she has—and somehow, in the eyes of some fellow expats, that makes her a statistic, a footnote in the LBH saga.
But let’s not forget, not every LBH is the same. Some are the ones who arrived with a backpack, a dream, and an accent so thick it could cure insomnia. Others are the ones who once worked in advertising, only to find that the only thing more soul-crushing than creative briefs was the commute to work. And then there are the ones who came not for escape, but for reinvention—someone who left their country not because they failed, but because they wanted to see if life could taste better when seasoned with a different kind of spice. Sure, there are stories—*ahem*—of teachers who show up late, show up drunk, or try to teach “The Great Gatsby” using TikTok dances as metaphors, but those are the exceptions, not the rule. The truth is, most English teachers in China are just people trying to live, learn, and maybe—just maybe—get a decent night’s sleep without being woken by a student asking, “Why you call me ‘dumb’?”
And hey, while we’re on the topic of living—let’s talk about travel. Because being an English teacher in China doesn’t mean you’re trapped in a classroom like a lab rat in a study. Nope. It means you can hop on a train at 7 a.m., spend three hours watching mountains roll by like a slow-motion movie, and arrive in Guilin with a backpack full of snacks and a heart full of wanderlust. You might teach a class on present perfect tense at 3 p.m., then be sipping jasmine tea with a monk in a temple in Dali by 6 p.m. You’re not just a teacher—you’re a part-time explorer, a cultural translator, a sandwich maker at a food stall in Kunming who now knows how to say “extra spicy, no onions” in three dialects. The irony? The people calling you an LBH are probably still stuck in their hometowns, staring at spreadsheets, while you’re laughing with a local family over a steaming bowl of hot pot, your pronunciation still terrible but your heart full.
The perception of LBH is like a rumor that started with a whisper and grew into a thunderstorm—loud, dramatic, and mostly untrue. It paints a picture of failure, of people who “couldn’t make it” back home, but what it fails to see is the courage it takes to leave everything familiar, pack your life into a single suitcase, and start over in a place where the language, the food, and even the weather feel like a test you didn’t study for. The truth? Many of us chose China, not because we had no other options, but because we wanted one. We wanted to see how long we could last without Wi-Fi. We wanted to learn how to bargain for a scarf in a market where no one speaks English. We wanted to feel the ache of loneliness, yes—but also the joy of connection, of a child finally pronouncing “I love you” correctly, and the teacher crying like they’ve won the lottery.
There’s also this: not all English teachers are “just” English teachers. Some are writers crafting their first novel under a streetlamp in Kunming. Others are musicians recording songs in spare classrooms after school, using a cracked phone mic and a dream bigger than their student loan. Some are saving money not just to return home, but to open a café in Lisbon, or to fund a documentary on urban legends in rural Sichuan. They’re not losers. They’re adventurers with a side hustle in the form of grammar drills. They’re dreamers who traded their 9-to-5 for the possibility of a different kind of life—one where the office is a coffee shop, and the commute is an adventure across a country that feels like it’s always one step ahead.
So the next time you hear someone label an English teacher in China as an LBH, just smile. Maybe offer them a dumpling. Maybe ask them what they’re writing, or what city they plan to visit next. Because behind that label is a person who’s doing something bold, messy, and deeply human: trying to find meaning in a new world, one lesson, one journey, one laugh at a shared misunderstanding at a night market at a time.
In the end, maybe the real loser isn’t the one in China teaching English. Maybe it’s the one still sitting at home, waiting for permission to begin. And while the world may whisper “LBH,” the quiet truth is this: some of us didn’t come here to hide. We came here to become.
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