I have a new best friend. He’s only seven and he doesn’t speak that much English, but he is still my best friend. His name is Josue and he is in second grade at SJBS. I can’t quite describe what brought us together.
The past week and two days has been a tough one in my classroom. But, as part of SJBS we hold weekly upper school meetings to discuss any classroom problems we have or any other thing that should concern us all.
My dad does a really good job of keeping me grounded. When I first arrived in Honduras I remember talking to him and telling him about how I shower using a painters bucket and a small brown bowl. I told him about how in the first day I found two cockroaches in my bed and a mouse the next morning in the kitchen.
1.) Whatever you plan to accomplish in one lesson, divide in half and you probably still have unrealistic expectations for what is possible.
2.) Wool pants + 96 degrees + drama class outside = slow death
3.) Transitions are the enemy. Avoid them at all cost.
4.) Say what you mean and mean what you say.
On Friday, at 2:15 pm, we finished our first week as teachers at SJBS. If I could choose one word to sum it all up it would most undoubtedly be: exhausting. It was a roller coaster week of very high highs and very low lows.
It is hard to imagine that I have only been teaching for 4 days. Literally everyday feels like two, and when you are planning in advance, the days just seem to blend together. This is not to say, though, that I have had a bad first few days of school. In fact, they have been quite enjoyable. Long, but enjoyable.
I am sitting in a chair inside my apartment soaking wet from walking home in the monsoon that has apparently rolled through Cofradia. How fitting for hump day.
At the end of this blog post I am going to ask you to donate to my classroom. But before I do, I want to explain to you why it is that I need this donation. I have explained what I am doing in Honduras in many capacities, but I want to tell you more about how things work at my new school.
Yesterday marked the first day of Summer Academy and my first official day of teaching. Suprisingly I wasnt nervous at all. In fact, I was more nervous about the fact that I wasnt nervous for fear that it would hit me in the middle of my lesson.