I've been here already a month, I cannot believe it! So far it has been a journey of surprises, shocks and a bit of sun sickness. Let me introduce you to the highlights of the month regarding my daily work. Teaching is really a difficult job (shout out to all the people doing this for a living, you are SUPERHEROES) and add that barely anyone speaks English here, not the kids, nor the teachers. However, people here just love you, whatever you do, which eases even your (claimed) failures. In school, the first shock came when students stood up in middle of class and went out to play or started running around in the classroom without any question. On the first day I tried to imagine what I would have received for this at their age at home... On the second day I tried not to reach the point where they get bored - day 27 and still trying. Not sure who developed more so far, them or me.
After all I'm also learning: the nature and interests of different age groups of kids, my own limits, coping, patience, improvising and how to be useful while having fun. I have to admit, it's not easy but well, no one ever said it would be.
And the strangest thing so far? To get used to being called Teacher, like all the time, just <Teacher> for kids, parents and even for people on the street. From dawn to dusk you can hear <Teacher> from every single angle around you, sometimes even in your dreams.
Niki
