As part of the 8th grade “civica” class the students are required to do a community service project. This year’s class did a clothing drive and got donations of bags and bags of used clothing. They needed an extra chaperone today to go with them to deliver the clothes to a school “on the other side of the river.”
Finals are here. I think (I know) I am more stressed about them than my students are. Finals were much easier when I was a student then they are now as a teacher. When I was a student I just had to make sure that I knew the material.
When I was 6 years old I was in first grade. Much like I am today, I was a very talkative boy and this tended to get me in trouble in class. I must have a had a bad string of days in the first grade because I was bringing home a bunch of yellow lights. Good students stayed on green.
Monday was tough. I arrived at school at school at 6:45am to print out all of my worksheets for my day and the school printer wasn’t working (note- this is a common occurrence here. Technology has a very short life due to the heat, humidity and dust). I had 3 lesson plans to print and two worksheets. Panic… a bit of anger.
On Friday, we celebrated “Teacher’s Day” in Honduras. It was pretty special that the first “Teacher’s Day” that I have experienced in my life is as a teacher.