Kinder field trip today was a joy. They ran around, ran races, ran around with big balloons that I could've fit inside, ran relay races, ran away from dragonflies, ran to catch dragonflies, ran to show me the dragonflies Banana-teacher caught and then ran around some more before finally running the final race. When the kids had dragonflies pinched by their wings, they'd stick them to me and I'd warn them that dragonflies carry the most deadly poison in the world and then I'd pretend to be bit. I'd milk the death scene for a few minutes waiting for the giggles to peak, but they never did so I eventually just kicked the bucket because I was exhausted from dying. During some of the running, Andy, whom I don't teach and whom I always confuse with Daniel, a chubby kid, gave me some strawberry candy chews. A whole pack. They were delicious! I ate them all at lunch. He also gave a grape pack to Australia. He shared with all the kids and I think only ate one. I had a grape one too. Strawberry was better.
During the elementary classes, we had speech contests. There are three sections of elementary and two periods of each section. The youngest classes took up the whole two periods with their minute-(more like thirty-second-)long speeches. There were about 60 of them and 40 kids gave speeches but Scary-teacher killed time by quizzing students on the speech that was just mumbled. The second section only took up about one and a half periods.
The Elem 2 class that I taught has our newest, most basic English-speaking students. Only one girl can understand and she often explains to the other classes. Our first day together, a few weeks ago, they were terrified of me. One kid had his mouth hanging open all period. Turns out he's just a dopey kid, but I still wanted them to liven up a bit so I made a clown of myself and made the class real fun. Lot of high fives, pretending to cry when they forget my name, pretending to only be a bit peeved when they touched my box to grab my stickers. But I did too good of a job and now I have no authority so they quite often ignore what they can understand of me. I don't want to go back on my fun start, but I'd like them to have a bit of respect.
My last class of the day is middle school. They're an awful bunch. Very fun, but awful to teach. They don't fear anyone. Generally I can get them to do 10 minutes of half-assed work between chattering. I can never get them to speak English though. One of our fun days, they wanted to listen to music on YouTube. I promised they could if for every one K-pop song they chose, I got to choose an American pop song. They didn't care for the Backstreet Boys.
But it was Emily's last day. I like Emily! She's the only one of the girl that's not a princess. She has feminine qualities like squealing for Exo or G-Dragon, but mostly she likes baseball and she doesn't bring a big mirror to class. She's funny and she likes to rap and dance and call me ugly. She was a lot of fun.
She wrote me a note attached to a cookie. She gave notes attached to cookies to everyone. I read mine after class. It said
To. Teacher
Hello~ my name is Emily ^^
Thank you for teaching me.
and sorry teacher. TT_TT
I am very stupid TT_TT
I will study hard! ^^
Teacher! Thank you and good
bye~!
-Emily-
2013.9.211 Friday
I hope I never made her feel dumb. I always wrote excellent in her workbook because she did excellent when she tried. And I'd say to her "Oooh, Emily very genius!"
Anyway, I hope you're getting through the days. I watch my statistics a lot and when I see another tick from this country or that, I like to think they were smiling when they visited my blog. Maybe just a little. It's surely a wonderful smile.
During the elementary classes, we had speech contests. There are three sections of elementary and two periods of each section. The youngest classes took up the whole two periods with their minute-(more like thirty-second-)long speeches. There were about 60 of them and 40 kids gave speeches but Scary-teacher killed time by quizzing students on the speech that was just mumbled. The second section only took up about one and a half periods.
The Elem 2 class that I taught has our newest, most basic English-speaking students. Only one girl can understand and she often explains to the other classes. Our first day together, a few weeks ago, they were terrified of me. One kid had his mouth hanging open all period. Turns out he's just a dopey kid, but I still wanted them to liven up a bit so I made a clown of myself and made the class real fun. Lot of high fives, pretending to cry when they forget my name, pretending to only be a bit peeved when they touched my box to grab my stickers. But I did too good of a job and now I have no authority so they quite often ignore what they can understand of me. I don't want to go back on my fun start, but I'd like them to have a bit of respect.
My last class of the day is middle school. They're an awful bunch. Very fun, but awful to teach. They don't fear anyone. Generally I can get them to do 10 minutes of half-assed work between chattering. I can never get them to speak English though. One of our fun days, they wanted to listen to music on YouTube. I promised they could if for every one K-pop song they chose, I got to choose an American pop song. They didn't care for the Backstreet Boys.
But it was Emily's last day. I like Emily! She's the only one of the girl that's not a princess. She has feminine qualities like squealing for Exo or G-Dragon, but mostly she likes baseball and she doesn't bring a big mirror to class. She's funny and she likes to rap and dance and call me ugly. She was a lot of fun.
She wrote me a note attached to a cookie. She gave notes attached to cookies to everyone. I read mine after class. It said
To. Teacher
Hello~ my name is Emily ^^
Thank you for teaching me.
and sorry teacher. TT_TT
I am very stupid TT_TT
I will study hard! ^^
Teacher! Thank you and good
bye~!
-Emily-
2013.9.211 Friday
I hope I never made her feel dumb. I always wrote excellent in her workbook because she did excellent when she tried. And I'd say to her "Oooh, Emily very genius!"
Anyway, I hope you're getting through the days. I watch my statistics a lot and when I see another tick from this country or that, I like to think they were smiling when they visited my blog. Maybe just a little. It's surely a wonderful smile.
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