Oh man. If you've ever been to Boys camp (OPC...whaddup), and seen the "crazy skit" at the campfire, keep reading! If not...keep reading!
Ok, so I've got this new strategy. On friday's during english (the last period of the day), grade 3 does a "crazy skit" to practice what we've gone over in english that week. This past friday was crazy skit #1. For those of you that don't know, basically, I write a skit involving as many members of the class as possible. In class, I read the "skit" aloud, and when a student hears their name enter the story, they have to run to the front and say/act whatever is written in the skit. The skit is ridiculous. The skit is hilarious. And the skit is (hopefully), a slightly educational review of english concepts from the week. This weeks skit featured Victor doing the moonwalk, and Juan continually mooing like a cow. It turned out to be a success, because we did a comprehension thing at the end, and the general plotline of the skit (although very ridiculous) was understood, and the english concepts seem to be sinking in! But holy cow was it funny....The kids were laughing, and I could barely read from the script because of how hard I was laughing.
I was dreading Saturday morning. We were meeting with the parents of our class to hand out reports and struggle in broken spanish and communicate how their kids were doing. Parent/teacher interviews...DUN DUN DUUUUUHHH!!!!!! ("Jaws" theme music starts playing). You see, the thing with grade 3, is there's 30 of them. And despite my efforts, some of them failed the first exams...and some of those kids, still failed the make-up exams...So i was preparing to face an angry horde of parents of the 4-5 kids that failed certain courses. As it turned out, in classic Honduran style, most of the parents didn't show up. Grade 3 had the biggest showing of parents of any grade, at 18...and it went really well! I was blown away by how thankfull the parents were about the work I'm doing, and how supportive and encouraging they were in trying to see how they could help me. It was really cool. I mean, yes there are a couple of parents who are pretty intense and kind of interrogated me about the work their son was doing...or lack of work...and I basically had to be brutally honest with certain parents: Umm... Su Hijo, es no eschucha, y no trabajo en class. Sus Attenta en class, es Muy abaho! (something like that would come out of my mouth...in horrible grammar...and the parents would be forced to consider telling their son to put some effort into Mr. Tim's classes). I could rant for days about how supportive and cool Victors parents were though...they took me aside, and his dad (who is self-taught in english and absolutely brilliant), explained in english how thankful he and his wife were for me. I was so encouraged.
Saturday night was sweet! Every volunteer in Cofradia (all the San Jeronimo School teachers, and Cofradia Bilingual School teachers, as well as friends of Mel and Tobi (American) thanksgiving potluck feast! It was very cool to have such a huge meal...there were over 30 people there, 3 turkeys, and PILES of mashed potatoes and stuffing...quite a non-Honduran meal, but very fun all the same.
Hello to everyone on the global outreach page at crescent!...apparently this is being posted there now!
Peace.
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