Today, I played the
role as a teacher at the school in the slums. I worked in both the library and
classroom, where I taught English to a variety of different students.
In the morning, I began
my teaching in the loft in the library. I guided most of the same students that
I taught two days ago and was pleasantly surprised when they remembered the
correct pronunciation that was previously taught. However, there was a new student
by the name of Tokg Na. This eleven year old girl struggled with English, but was
very grateful to be at the school. I closely worked with her for about half an
hour and was incredibly impressed with the improvement made. After our class
was finished, she quickly left, only to be arriving forty minutes later. When
she returned, she brought a piece of paper. Illustrated on this piece of paper
was a very detailed drawing of her house. She insisted that, one day, I should
come and visit her, teaching her more English. I was speechless. The fact that
she trusted me enough to invite me to her home after only after an hour with
her caused my eyes to tear up. The drawing was so powerful, so inspiring. It reminded how truly important our work is
here.
In the afternoon, I worked in the classroom. I,
along with Lisamarie, taught English to two different classes. I helped with the
pronunciation of words and listened as each individual read sentence that were
written on the board. At the end of the first class, all of the students stood
up to the left of their desks. And all together, they thanked me for teaching
them. It was precious; again, I found myself speechless.
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