Teaching the littles
Today is my third day of teaching and oh boy it is HARD. I knew it was going to be hard, but I didn't know it was going to be this hard. I'll explain a little how it all works. We are given a category to teach, like shop, drama, art, gym ,etc. Then we have to write a different lesson plan every day to teach our kids. The lesson has to have at least 25 steps and last for 25 minutes, which doesn't sound hard but when you're making something as simple as a butterfly it's kind of tricky.
I teach at two different schools. I teach 3 year old from 10:00-12:00 in the morning. The 3 year olds either sleep during class or are super crazy and climbing on the table. There is no in between. They are also hard because they really do not understand English. I'll say "What's you name?" and then they'll just say "What's your name" back to you. They understand that they have to repeat what you are saying, but they have no idea what it means. THESE KIDS ARE SO CUTE THOUGH.
The second school I teach at from 2:30-4:00. I can't even explain how hard this school is. On my first day there was a group of girls that just walked up to me and said "You're ugly" then flipped me off. And that's not even close to the worst thing that happens while we are teaching. Kids are getting in fists fights during class or they'll walk out of class at random times. Yesterday I gave them some play-doh during my lesson and every single kid made it into a penis. THEY ARE IN FOURTH GRADE!! It's so insane. Right now it's pretty hard and somewhat discouraging having the kids behave like that when you spend so long preparing a lesson, but I know it is just going to take time. It's sad because these kids have seen so much hardship throughout their lives. You have to show them you care about them, even when they are giving you the middle finger.
Some other things about here is that there are colored chickens! Seriously they are blue and orange. Why do they do it? No idea. The men here are interesting. They always hiss at us when we walk down the street (that's how they cat call here). It doesn't matter if they are like 50 years old they still do it. It gets old. We eat rice for every meal. SO much rice. But the food here is actually pretty good. But I would do anything to get a good grilled cheese right now. The driving here is also really crazy. Most people drive motorcycles and they never slow down. If you're in the way they will just honk and if you don't move you're dead.
I know there's more things that have happened but my brain is not working correctly right now so I will write more in a few days. The biggest thing I can say is that I am so beyond grateful for everything I have back home. For the food, the clothes, the education, the resources, and everything else. The people here have so little, yet they seem so happy. It's a beautiful example that I hope I can learn and grow from.
I teach at two different schools. I teach 3 year old from 10:00-12:00 in the morning. The 3 year olds either sleep during class or are super crazy and climbing on the table. There is no in between. They are also hard because they really do not understand English. I'll say "What's you name?" and then they'll just say "What's your name" back to you. They understand that they have to repeat what you are saying, but they have no idea what it means. THESE KIDS ARE SO CUTE THOUGH.
The second school I teach at from 2:30-4:00. I can't even explain how hard this school is. On my first day there was a group of girls that just walked up to me and said "You're ugly" then flipped me off. And that's not even close to the worst thing that happens while we are teaching. Kids are getting in fists fights during class or they'll walk out of class at random times. Yesterday I gave them some play-doh during my lesson and every single kid made it into a penis. THEY ARE IN FOURTH GRADE!! It's so insane. Right now it's pretty hard and somewhat discouraging having the kids behave like that when you spend so long preparing a lesson, but I know it is just going to take time. It's sad because these kids have seen so much hardship throughout their lives. You have to show them you care about them, even when they are giving you the middle finger.
Some other things about here is that there are colored chickens! Seriously they are blue and orange. Why do they do it? No idea. The men here are interesting. They always hiss at us when we walk down the street (that's how they cat call here). It doesn't matter if they are like 50 years old they still do it. It gets old. We eat rice for every meal. SO much rice. But the food here is actually pretty good. But I would do anything to get a good grilled cheese right now. The driving here is also really crazy. Most people drive motorcycles and they never slow down. If you're in the way they will just honk and if you don't move you're dead.
I know there's more things that have happened but my brain is not working correctly right now so I will write more in a few days. The biggest thing I can say is that I am so beyond grateful for everything I have back home. For the food, the clothes, the education, the resources, and everything else. The people here have so little, yet they seem so happy. It's a beautiful example that I hope I can learn and grow from.
(The first school I teach at)
I have pictures of the colorful chickens but it won't upload, I'll attach it to the next one.
I know you were meant to go to the DR and teach those kids who are in your classrooms. Whether they're sleeping or flipping you off, you will figure it out. And I promise to make you grilled cheese sandwiches every day when you come home if you want me to.
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