My classload is a lot different than I thought it would be. I have one period of ESL (English as a Second Language) with a WIDE variety of English proficiency in each student. I have two periods of Spanish 3, two periods of Spanish 3/4 which is for native speakers and one period of Spanish 5 which is a literature course for native speakers. I love each class for different reasons, but my Spanish 3 classes seem to be the funniest. In particular I have an african-american student who just cracks me up. I'll call him T. T came into our class on Monday and mine, the other student teacher, and our co-operating teacher's names were on the board. My last name is very white, but the other two have spanish last names since both of them married latins. I noticed that T kept looking at the board and then at each of us. Finally he raised his hand. We called on him and this is what he said: 'I ain't tryin ta be racist u nothin, but are ya'll white?' We laughed and said yes, to which he replied, 'Why you be teachin spanish den?'
I also had another student L ask me if she had mistakenly been put in the native-speaker class since we were speaking so much spanish in the classroom. I replied that it was in fact the class for non-native speakers. She replied, 'Then why ya'll be speakin spanish all the time?' I laughed and explained that it was the only way they were going to learn.
Its funny how you can meet a group of people for the first time and already love them so much. I guess that is what charity is all about. I think for the first time in my life I TRULY understand the meaning of 'the pure love of Christ'. I look at my students every day, and I realize that I don't know them very well. I have only had them for a few days but I already love and care about each and every one of them. There is this wonderful balanced relationship between students and teachers. They are so smart and observant that I am CONSTANTLY in awe of them. Today I was helping some students with an assignment and one of them turned to me and said, 'Miss, you are ALWAYS singin'.' I started laughing, because anyone that knows me pretty well knows this is true. I apologized and then girl sitting next to him said, 'No that's a good thing Miss, it means you always happy.' They just make me smile. I see them in the hallway and they go out of there way to say hello to me and are trying hard to remember my name. (I've shortened it to Miss Mac just cuz it is easier and I kind of love it.)
I am happy here.
This is during the rain storm in the middle of the Jack Johnson Concert.
We were still stoked to be there!