**So I know we’ve been kind of slacking on the blog posts. We vow to write more and make this blog super cool. Starting….NOW.**
We are just starting our third week of classes and things had been running fairly smothly until now. My grade 1 and 2 (7th and 8th) classes are split up between high and low levels. The high level has 30+ kids, and the low levels have about 7. I see the high level classes every week, but the low level only every other week. Last week I taught low grade 2 for the first time and even though most knew very limited English, they were still well-behaved for the most part and tried to listen. This week I had my first grade 1 low classes, and that is a whole different world.
My first class went alright, I presented a PPT introduction about myself, they tried to fill out a worksheet and ask questions, and they picked English names. Successful enough. In today’s class, 5 kids show up, (2 missing) so my co-teacher goes to find them. So now I am alone. In the classroom. With 5 kids who do not want to listen to me, and would rather run around, scream and play musical chairs. I try to start out just asking them random questions, hoping my co-teacher comes back soon to help corral the wild beasts, but I am alone for quite some time. So I begin my PPT introduction and try to entertain them with pretty pictures of my family and hobbies. They are engaged for a minute or two, but then the screaming begins again. Oh lord.
I try to do the planned activity with them without much success. My co-teacher comes back, but it seems that nothing will stop them from running, screaming, and throwing shoes at each other. I finish the lesson early and try to explain to them that if they act crazy, we will not do anything fun again EVER, and I will never give them candy EVER. I ask do you understand? They say yes, but I don’t believe them. The only thing that quiets them for all of 2 seconds is when they ask, do you have a boyfriend? Normally I try to avoid this question, but I answered yes, in an attempt to talk about anything they find interesting. They start asking more questions, Dong-Bolli boy? (where Joel teaches) and then start screaming that they love me and point to one boy in particular saying that he should be my boyfriend. Ugh.
By the end of class it was taking all I had to not scream at them.
Too bad I can’t do this:
Maybe if I looked like this, they’d listen to me.
Must think of some other creative punishments or rewards that they’ll respond to. Until then I’ll leave them to the array of interesting punishments they receive here, and practice my deep breathing.
Post about punishments in my school soon to come. 🙂