So it turns out I am too mean and scary. I was told to do one thing; and am now being told to do another with my 7Yr. Old 1st years, but no matter what I do I have to find a way for them to get past the fact that half the class is scared of me/of the school/ of life in general. They are actually 5 years old and understand a lot of English/know a lot of English. I think that if I can figure out how to communicate with them then things will be fine…Maybe. I am attempting to make friends-ish with these kids though and that has never been part of my life. Even when I was 5/7 etc I was hanging out with the adults because I had trouble with kids even when I was a kid myself. I want to say that I hate children, but that is not true; I just don’t know how to relate to them real well esp. when we cannot speak each other’s language.
Oddly enough, the afternoon classes and I get along really well. 3 o’clock 9 year olds think I use too many big words, but pretend to understand until I call them on it. Though in my defense: unless they tell me that they do not know what something means-how am I to know they do not understand it? Example: Comprehend; I did not realize I was using that word because it is part of my basic vocabulary. Instead of asking me what it means they just pretend to know then complain to the Korean teacher. Also it is really hard to explain pride, consequences, confidence, and other examples I have noted in the past. 4:30 is just fantastic...
On a separate note, I am losing three of my overtime days. I was originally given MWF 6 pm classes because another teacher could not do them as assigned so she asked if I could do them. Then I was assigned T/Th as well so that I worked overtime every night. This did not make me a sad Cass, but now that teacher is not doing this other opportunity she had and by boss is worried about me working too much and asked that the other teacher take over again. The only good thing about it is that I do not have to try as hard for that class anymore. Most of them are teenagers who do not want to be there anyway, but their parents make them come. They complained about everything, but at least they talked…sometimes.
Anyway, it is almost the weekend. I am sure to have more positive stories when I am away from the nose-picker kid mornings, wonderful pre-teens and teenagers.
I do have a kind of negative sounding atitude in this post--I do not mean it to be. I am positive that this is all first week/new teacher stuff. However, I am looking forward to looking back and reading this and going I cannot believe I ever said/thought/posted any of that...
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