Heading to Kitti church! |
If I get frustrated with my kids
because they will just NOT be quiet, I say, “Kindergarten! Zip-it!” while doing
a zipping motion in front of my mouth. This seems to work pretty well most of
the time. Last week, during reading circle time, I was waiting for all the kids
to be quiet so I could start reading. Finally, Pria, who seemed to be
frustrated with the rest of her classmates for not quieting down so she could
listen to the story, yells: “Hey! Zip-it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at my
sweet little Pria yelling at her friends! Now that the kids have seen me laugh
at that though, the zip-it and be quiet thing isn’t as effective as it used to
be.
Kody resting on my lap during recess |
My children have become a lot more
affectionate toward me lately. Especially this one boy named Kody. He’s got
crazy hair that is dyed blonde at the ends and he is just always making me
laugh with his ridiculous comments and/or actions. He likes to call me “The
Boss” because he says that I’m the one in charge. So now once in a while my
kids will call me Boss during class. Today at recess, everyone was just running
around wild and as I was sitting on the bench watching the mass chaos, Kody
came up to me, put his head on my lap, and just laid there for a while. It was
such a sweet gesture and I thoroughly enjoyed those 5 minutes of peace before he
jumped up and joined his classmates again.
Because of parent-teacher
conferences today, we had just a half-day of classes. From 10:20 until 12:00,
when we got out of school, I had to go and teach my high school classes,
leaving Mrs. Jano to sub for me. When school got out, I was locking up the gym
when all of a sudden I heard, “MS. C!!!” and felt 3 sets of arms grab my legs
and hang on. I look down to see Kody, Alain, and Yuree all staring up at me
with big eyes and bright smiles. “Hey guys! How was class?” “Good! We missed
you!” “Awh well I missed you guys too. Now I need to return this gym key to the
office, so can you let go of me for a minute?” They all let go and start to
follow me to the office. “Are you guys following me now?” “Yeah!” Kody says.
“We want to be with you!” How on Earth am I going to leave these little
munchkins? Can they all come to America with me?
Swingin' round and round the tire. |
We had parent-teacher conferences
from 1-4 and 5-7 today. I had four sets of parents come. Three Kindergarten,
and one high school. Mr. Santos, Haylee’s dad always comes to the conferences.
Today after we spoke about Haylee’s attitude and schoolwork, he told me that he
really saw a lot of improvement in all her schoolwork and said that I was doing
a great job as a teacher. He also said that he appreciated me doing the parent
letters every week because they like to know what is going on in class. I was
so grateful to hear all that. Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing that much for
these kids. Although I have seen quite a bit of improvement in each and every
one of my kids, I sometimes feel like I haven’t done enough. Hearing such
encouragement from Mr. Santos really helped me feel better about my teaching. I
just hope I am making a difference in my kids’ lives.
My first ever picture of EJ (left) smiling!! |
Almost 3 weeks ago, I developed a
deep chested cough. Each day consisted of many coughing fits, making it
difficult to teach at times. I decided that this was nothing serious, since I
have had bad coughs in the past. After a week though, my roommate Jen
encouraged me to go to the doctor to check for bronchitis. (She was probably
tired of constantly hearing me cough at night.) So I went to the doctor and was
told that I have bronchitis. I got my antibiotics and the first couple of days
of taking them helped. After that though, my cough got still worse. I went back
to the doctor and he gave me stronger antibiotics and a cough syrup. I have
gone 18 days with constant coughing, and needless to say, my lungs feel like
they have been ripped to shreds.
Thank you for all your prayers and
support! My time here is almost up and I am enjoying every last day I have left
here!
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