My first graders love to say the word, paper. They randomly yell it out throughout the period. I guess it is pretty fun to say.
I asked a 7th grader if it was summer or winter in Cambodia now. He said, "In the morning, it's winter. In the afternoon, it's summer because it's hot." I had to laugh. The mornings are nice, not chilly or even cool. However, the children show up to school with sweaters. The female teachers wear socks with their flip-flops. It's funny. It reminds me of seeing snowbirds wearing shorts in Arizona when it's 60 degrees.
The students don't want their accomplishments to go unnoticed, and seek my approval when they complete a task. They shout out, "Cha! Cha!" I refuse to look at their classwork until they say, "Teacher," correctly.
I was teaching my 3rd graders how to get in a line and a circle. When we were done, I said, "You may sit now." They all plopped on the floor. Oh..."I mean sit in your chairs."
The first graders worship me. They offer me presents like candy and plastic rings. One boy made a bunny out of clay, but I couldn't bring myself to touch the thing after his filthy hands modeled it on the wooden desk. After class, I am surrounded by children wanting to fist bump, get a hug, or tell me something in Khmer to which I always respond in English.
During class, one of my first grade girls burst out crying. I asked her what was wrong, but she just bawled. I realized there was liquid all over the back of her skirt, the bench, and the floor. Great... My Master's Degree did not cover this subject. Luckily, another teacher walked by, and I shoved the situation on him.
I asked a 7th grader if it was summer or winter in Cambodia now. He said, "In the morning, it's winter. In the afternoon, it's summer because it's hot." I had to laugh. The mornings are nice, not chilly or even cool. However, the children show up to school with sweaters. The female teachers wear socks with their flip-flops. It's funny. It reminds me of seeing snowbirds wearing shorts in Arizona when it's 60 degrees.
The students don't want their accomplishments to go unnoticed, and seek my approval when they complete a task. They shout out, "Cha! Cha!" I refuse to look at their classwork until they say, "Teacher," correctly.
I was teaching my 3rd graders how to get in a line and a circle. When we were done, I said, "You may sit now." They all plopped on the floor. Oh..."I mean sit in your chairs."
The first graders worship me. They offer me presents like candy and plastic rings. One boy made a bunny out of clay, but I couldn't bring myself to touch the thing after his filthy hands modeled it on the wooden desk. After class, I am surrounded by children wanting to fist bump, get a hug, or tell me something in Khmer to which I always respond in English.
During class, one of my first grade girls burst out crying. I asked her what was wrong, but she just bawled. I realized there was liquid all over the back of her skirt, the bench, and the floor. Great... My Master's Degree did not cover this subject. Luckily, another teacher walked by, and I shoved the situation on him.
Uh Oh... Sounds like someone peed there pants. Sounds like they are keeping you busy Carrie. They must be learning a lot. You sound like a good teacher.
ReplyDeleteI think I'm the one learning a lot.
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