Friday, September 21, 2012

The Joys in Teaching

You know that you love what you do when you laugh your way through most days.

On Friday my class had swimming and so we all got changed and walked together to the pool.  One of the highest students in my class forgot his shorts in the classroom, so when he changed back in to his clothes after swimming, he had no pants. He wrapped his towel around his waste and joined the class line wearing his t shirt, underwear, and towel. When we got back to class, we put our things away and lined up for music. The little boy asked if he could put his pants on; I said yes but to be quick. He grabbed his pants, and began waddling with his towel for a fast change in the CR (bathroom). With the whole class lining up facing him, he accidentally dropped his towel on the floor. The entire class saw. I tried so hard not to laugh... but it was just too much! The whole class was shaking so hard trying to suppress their laughter.  The little boy was so embarrassed; he picked his things up so fast and disappeared. I think I might have failed a little in my teacherhood at that moment :)

On Thursday, one of the little girls was talking to me after school. She was telling me all about her birthday.  She said that she likes her birthday, but that it also makes her feel sad.  I asked her why and she said, "It's because somebody died on my birthday." I became somber and asked her who, and she said, "Oh I have no idea." How sweet... and a little bit funny.

One of my students is so tactile. During chapel two Fridays ago he sat on the floor right next to my chair.  He began feeling my legs. When he went up, he would say "ouch ouch ouch ouch" and when he went down he said, "ahhh".  Ok, ok so I didn't shave that day... but it was so embarrassing. I bent over and told him to look forward and listen to the speaker.  It stopped for a little bit and then continued. I was hoping that if I ignored it, he would stop for good... FALSE.  "ouch ouch ouch, ahh... ouch ouch ouch, ahh". I looked around the room hoping that nobody else saw, and was so embarrassed to find my roommate (the 4th grade teacher) watching and laughing at the whole thing - a 2nd grader rubbing up and down his teacher's shin for a few humiliating minutes. I had to put a stop to this. So I bent down and told the little guy that he needed to keep his hands to himself.  Then this past Friday, to my dismay I sat down in my chair and started feeling hands rubbing my shin again. I looked down and there he was again.... I nipped it in the butt this time and kindly asked him to keep his hands in his lap. It worked :)

Having a classroom with children from many nations and languages makes class a little interesting :).   I had my students write about their favorite memory from second grade so far.  I looked up and saw most of my Korean students (9 of them) as well as my Swiss student over by the wall where the posters of our previously studied Bible verses are. I was so confused as to what they were copying down.  I then realized that they were writing down their favorite Bible MEMORY verse from the year. After a good laugh I tried to re-explain and tell them to write about their favorite story that happened to them this year. I watched as a Korean boy darted for a book (story) that he had read this year.  Haha my whole class was so confused. I had my American, Canadian, British and Australian students trying to explain to their peers what the assignment was about.... and what a memory is.... Ahhh language barriers, gotta love them :)

These are a few stories from the week... I can't wait to keep laughing in the weeks to come.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Our Wet Market Adventure

Since it has been about two months that we have been in the Philippines, two friends and I decided we needed another Filipino adventure.  The wet market sounded like the perfect escapade.

Following the lead of our ate, Nimpha, we caught a jeepney and went public to the market.  It was so fun seeing some culture within the jeepney... money being passed back and forth between new passengers and the driver, tapping on the roof when you want to stop, and bodies squashed together.  I tried to talk to some children who wouldn't take their eyes off the "whities" but they grew embarrassed and quickly looked away. Their mother and her friend on the other hand were not quite so shy.  They were opening aiming their phones right at us to snap pictures left and right.  Being the celebrities that we are, we just smiled back and laughed.  We hopped off at the market place a ways down the road prepared for this next cultural experience.  

After exploring the "dry market" where all the clothing was, we headed for the "wet market" for fruit and vegetables. We soon discovered how the "wet market" got its name.  The floors were covered with water, dirt, and other things that I prefer not to know about.  Fish, pig heads and all sorts of meat lined the walkway. Smells of meat, people, fruit, and humidity mixed together to fill the air as people buzzed around. I loved being able to talk to people, joke with them, smile with them, and try to say a few Tagalog phrases. It was so much fun. We were definitely a sight to be seen. Everyone wanted to pose for and sell to us... 3 white girls with their ate in the "wet market".  :)  Our ate finally decided to turn us back when our feet were beginning to sink a little too much in the mud on the floor.  

What an adventure. It was about time to get out of the classroom! Thank you Ate Nimpha for the adventure!

Jeepney ride with our ate, Nimpha

Nicole, Jacques, and Kelsie

Pig hooves and tails!

A hanging pig head



The wet dirty floor