Thursdays and Fridays always seem a bit daunting. An hour of sixty three year olds is the most exhausting and invigorating balancing act you can face. Capture the attention of one and another is lying on their back pretending to be a stranded beetle. Too fast and they're lost and bored, too slow and they run rings around you, poking at each other and wandering off to play with the toy kitchen in the corner. P'Om joined me in my classes today. Compared with the beginning where I'd feeling like taking a power nap half way through, they now sing along happily to Incy-Wincy, 1,2,3,4,5 Once I caught and fish alive and Ten green bottles. Small achievements in the grand scheme of life, the world and universe, but achievements nonetheless.
Luckily, I suppose as a teacher, one of my favourite things has been my students. I will miss the constant bubbles of laughter that erupt around the school and their constant "hello! how are you?" that follows me from the first bell until the last, Most of all I will miss their innocent mistakes and the proud feeling that swells up inside when your seven weeks of teaching results in a error free piece of work.
They have been so kind, patient and generous to me and I'm ashamed at how little Thai I've learnt with all the English that I throw on them on a daily basis.
Luckily, I suppose as a teacher, one of my favourite things has been my students. I will miss the constant bubbles of laughter that erupt around the school and their constant "hello! how are you?" that follows me from the first bell until the last, Most of all I will miss their innocent mistakes and the proud feeling that swells up inside when your seven weeks of teaching results in a error free piece of work.
They have been so kind, patient and generous to me and I'm ashamed at how little Thai I've learnt with all the English that I throw on them on a daily basis.