Originally Posted by PetwJE
Here's a clearer concern from it all:
It seems likely, based on the attitudes and arguments online, that ski insturction will involve instructors validating their own techniques with me (regardless of efficacy) rather than focusing on what adaption to that technique I might need based on my ability and progress. Instruction becomes focused on the instructor and not the student.
I don't know jack about ski instruction, or what all the acronyms mean, but my family ski trip last year seems to corroborate that in at least some cases.
My whole family went skiing at Beaver Creek. There were seven of us. My Dad and I went into an advanced lesson, my little sisters in a novice lesson, and my Mom, my brother, and my less-little sister went into intermediate lessons.
My Mom learned to ski during the 80s. She still skis like they did in the 80s. I don't know how this is, I wasn't born then, but whatever they were teaching in the mid-80s in Germany is how she skis. At her lesson last year, the instructor told her to forget everything she knew about skiing and that she needed to start from scratch.
My Mom is a causal skier in her mid-50s who gets out once a year at absolute best (only if I can drag her out with Dad and I). She doesn't want to start from scratch. She just wants to enjoy the mountain, and get a few tips about how to do it a little better. Her instructor was not having that.
So my Mom refuses to take ski lessons anymore. Like I said, I don't know anything about instruction from the other side, so I don't know whether people instructing today even have anything they can do to help people who learned to ski so long ago. But this instructor was very much "my way or the highway," which seems to be what you're complaining about.
That said, I've had more good instructors than bad ones, and I think judging the whole of the community on isolated bad experiences is a mistake. Call out the negative behavior, but don't assume it's everybody. Or even everybody at a particular place. My instructor at Beaver Creek was the best I'd ever had. By the end of day one I was doing things with ease that would've scared me to death at the end of my trip the year before.