Picture this: Me, a newly graduated, newly arrived in Honduras, newly trained preschool teacher on my first home visit with a student’s family.
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At each of our three schools, BECA volunteers teach alongside Honduran educators to provide a quality, affordable bilingual education to each and every one of our students. While BECA teachers give classes in math, science, and English, as other non-core subjects, our Honduran partners teach Spanish, social studies, reading, and spelling.
This isn’t SJBS first grade teacher, Emily Nicaise’s, first Honduran rodeo. Starting the summer after graduating high school and continuing in university, she began volunteering in Honduras with organizations like Students Helping Honduras.
Teaching 25 small children English for seven hours a day in a hot classroom where tears and didn’t-quite-make-it-to-the-bathroom moments are not infrequent is stressful in itself. I’ve had students spin around in a circle so fast that they throw up at snack and students wet their pants back-to-back in the middle of a math lesson.
My Saturdays fall into two categories now that I’m a kindergarten teacher: either I do a lot or I do a whole lot of nothing. After a long, hot week of teaching, my body still wakes me up around 6:00 am (and if habit doesn’t get me, the rooster next door does). I usually do my laundry, eat breakfast, catch up on emails and messages.
Today Mr. Ben, the (formerly) second grade teacher at ADJ left. After arriving in Cofradia last night, he caught an early flight from San Pedro and is probably at home in the States by now. He was the first teacher to leave and with him starts the great exodus of BECA teachers from Honduras. It was the first goodbye of many to come.
*Just kidding. It’s a pretty big problem.
My Saturday morning routine: wake up early because my body is always on the school schedule, make a large cup of coffee, throw my dirty, sweaty week’s worth of clothes in the washer, and wait to hang it up, enjoying the peace and quiet before my roommates and the rest of Cofradia wakes up.
March was a long month for SJBS-ers. No three-day weekends to travel around, third parcial exams, and the same day-in, day-out of teaching. Luckily, we got to celebrate Dia Tipico and break up the monotony, as well as drink lots of jamaica juice, eat some yummy (and not-so-yummy Honduran food), and watch some excellent folkloric dancing.
“You teach in Honduras? Isn’t that a state in Mexico or something?”
Candy canes, pine trees, lights everywhere—all the usual trappings of the holiday season which (oddly enough) can still be found in Honduras in December.