Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Momma said there'd be days like this...

I woke up this morning fully energized and ready to take on anything that came at me.  Knowing I had work to do that the medical center, I ventured on over there after I had filled out the long term plan for the club with my partner teacher.

We agreed to discuss how we would handle today's new lesson for the upcoming week after I had returned.

I will be attending a peace corps seminar next weekend and need to go with a partner from the hospital.  I asked the ladies at reception to send the message, but upon my arrival, I realized the message wasn't received as well as I had hoped.

I decided to go straight to the top, the boss, and was surpised to observe how well my romanian has come along.  More news tomorrow about this matter.

I returned to the school and had met with both partners at the highschool.  We were in agreement.  I attended my first lecture with my 7th graders.  They are possibly the most difficult to control.  We got through our work ok until the end when they started talking out of turn, talking in english (which is a no go in my classroom), hitting each other...being kids basically.  It was almost as if they were testing me and my partner, both of us have never taught such a large amount of children before.  It was a lot to handle.  I'm not sure how it happened, but I ended up giving them a 10 lecture on respect.  Which then turned into homework, a whole page about what respect means to them (for a grade of course)

After thinking my troubles were over with.  I went to my other lession with a different teacher.  Our experience last week was pleasant, so I was assuming things would be similar this week.

It wasn't.

I started off by explaining that I had given the 7b class homework about respect.  And if they work nicely, we would do a fun activity I had saved just for them.  At first it seemed as if it would work, but towards the end, they were more difficult than our first group.  Again, I gave the same lecture but slightly different.

They got 2 pages about respect in the classroom (of course, for a grade)

I left the class fairly frustrated, it must've shown because a couple students chased me out of the classroom and had apologized.  I accepted the apology and wished them a good day.  I went to the computer lab and graded 40 some-odd pretests while my partner teacher dealt with her primary job in her office.

Let's see how tomorrow goes.

_Ahmad

Monday, September 7, 2009

Everyday is not exactly the same

Today started off fairly ordinary considering my work schedule.  I had my one and only class with my 6th graders whom I haven't met.  Their home-room teacher is my neighbor and we talk on a fairly regular basis. My partner teacher whom I was to teach the lesson with was very busy working in her office assigning books to teachers and students.  She insisted I waited for her when the bell rang for our lesson together.  We ran to our class, but I'm afraid I got into exercise mode and left her in the dust.  Oops. When I arrived maybe 2 minutes before my partner, I improvised a little in front of my students who were just as wide-eyed as I was.  Pretty hilarious, should have been there.  I also surprised to see my host brother's daughter in the class. 

The energy in the room was hard to control because it seemed as if these students were more hyped at the thought of an American in the same room.  They all ended up asking for my autograph by the end of the lesson.  It was very flattering.  And I won't lie, in the midst of it all I felt like a celebrity.

We'll see what surprises tomorrow brings.

Peace

Friday, September 4, 2009

No clue is my friend.

So this concludes week 1 of teaching health education in romanian in Moldova.  Whenever I mention that I am a teacher of health education, I have to mention that I'm doing so in Romanian, the only living language closest to Latin.  Take that!

Shout out to all the M24's teaching Health Ed.  We're awesome, we know it/show it.

Oh yeah, we didn't have school on Monday, and the first bell ceremony on Tuesday didn't really count.  The first FULL week starts next week.

Oh ma doare capul.  (My head hurts)  It's a good hurt, it's a hurt that let's me know I'm still alive, still kicking.  Doing things I couldn't even imagine I would be doing 2 years ago.

My students.  Wow, what can I say.  I love them, the quite ones, the loud ones, the short ones and tall.  The ones who follow the rules and those who show up 10 minutes late.  Those who try as hard as they can and the students who are apprehensive to let loose.  It's normal, it's life, it's healthy.

I live in a very developed area, my first impressions were, "wow, these people have everything.  What can I do to help? What a horrible and ignorant question to ask.  I'm not here to construct another grocery store, or bar.  I'm not here to put more computers in the lab.  I'm here to be a mentor to these kids who need someone to talk to/hang with.  Something constructive, positive, hence...healthy.

I'm SO excited to be here, and thank whatever powers that have put me here.

Thanks.
Peace.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Am inţeles

Today was the first day of school and oddly enough, I wasn't the least bit nervous.  I mean after all, they're just kids.  My first class was a little difficult to deal with.  Talking out of turn, stuff like that, kids being kids basically.  It wasn't impossible to deal with.  They were positioned in the group-style face to face position.  But I gave them a standardized pre-test.  That worked out in my favor to say the least, I noticed the questions were difficult and my 7th graders had a little trouble answering the questions.  I even didn't know some of the answers, a little difficult to understand how my 5th graders will be able to it.  But, I understand the purpose of the test.  Plus it gives me more time to prepare for the first 10 or so lessons.  I feel comfortable in the language.  I even found my tutor for Romanian which is, oh wow! I can't even explain to you how awesome that is.  If I learned so much in a handful of weeks, who knows what I can accomplish over a year of work with my tutor.  And, she's worked with volunteers before so, she knows what to do. 

Tomorrow, I think I have a handful of classes with the 6th graders.  Who knows what's going to happen there.  Friday is three classes with 5th graders, my little draguţi  I don't know if I got that in the plural form correctly, but the fifth graders are the newbies, I'm looking forward to working with them.  For sure.

That's all for now.  It's time for a cold one, Russian TV, and a long term plan.

Peace.