This week the other half of their class was acting up so badly that the other foreign teacher left class. A student from their class ran to find me to tell me, and I immediately told her to go back to class. I walked back into my classroom to find all of my students smashed up on the window trying to eavesdrop, all begging to tell me why the teacher left. Here is how the conversation played out:
Me: "Here's the deal kids, everyone hates teaching you because you are a bad class. You don't listen to anything I say, or do any of the activities. From here on out we can write papers and I will grade them." I looked at some of their faces and saw some looked a little sad. So I said "I don't mean to say you are bad people but you are a bad class."
Then to my surprise that outspoken kid chimed in and said "Don't be sorry, you are just honest. No Chinese teacher in math, or any other class would say anything about our behavior."
That one tiny statement redeemed that kid from my wrath. After class I was so stressed out the other teacher and I got our hair washed. Weird, I know, but they massage your head for 10 mins and then style it. Its pretty amazing.
And on a brighter note, this one girl loves me, so we took a picture. Her name is Christine and she sings me songs from "The Phantom of the Opera" after class. (The one next to me).
2 comments:
...i thought your hair looked more orderly-than-usual in that photo...
you should be a good teacher and give/make your student a mask.
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