Reflections from: 9/27/11
Today was my first day of teaching, and it was a perfect day. My first class was a group of student who are in P2 and P3. Most of them are about 12-14 years old, and I have never seen a more respectful and engaged group of preteen boys in my life. Since I did not know their English abilities, I thought I would start with a simple activity dealing with food. As the class ended, I told them their homework was to write sentences with the vocabulary we had learned that day. I thought they would rush out of the classroom when I dismissed them because they had a free period after. Instead, every single one of them stayed to finish their homework. Some boys stayed even longer to ask me questions about other homework or to define words.
|Earnest and I|
A few hours later, I had class with some of the staff at EDD. This group has a decent working knowledge of basic English. I decided to start teaching them descriptions so if they were having difficulty remembering an English word, they would have the tools to describe what they are talking about. I had not expected to teach a class like this and felt it might be awkward teaching people who were older than myself. However, it was like teaching a group of friends I had known forever. Each of them asked great questions and some were using the words we had learned in context during our lunch break.
|Claire with Eric|
At the end of the day, my hands were covered in chalk, but I couldn’t help but smile as I played cards with some of the boys and chatted with them in English. In the 20 years I have been alive, today was the best first day of school ever.