Now only having Bangkok's Language School to compare, I had no idea what teaching here would be like. I had been told that the students were extremely respectful, especially to foreigners. The first week of teaching, Erin and I shared one class of students. A group full of life and a desire to learn. We hoped and prayed more students would come, and thankfully more have slowly trickled in.
Among those students, there is one in particular. I tutor a four and half year old little girl. When I first met her, she looked terrified of me, hiding behind her mother and father. The next day, when she arrived for her tutorial, I was the nervous one. This girl does not speak a word of english, all I could think was 'how am i suppose to do this, there's no way.' Her mother escorted her to the classroom, and surprisingly was able to leave without any problem. After we practiced numbers, abc's, and colors; I took her back to her mother. To my surprise she said (in thai of course) that she had a lot of fun, and that she liked me. I was so excited and super surprised. I really didn't think it went that well. The surprises didn't end there, after I spoke to the mother one on one, and she was at the point of tears. She told me that she thanks God that I came here. Now when she said that, I almost cried. It was so comforting.
I also teach a class comprising of a twenty-old year guy and an eighteen year-old girl. It helps to have this class with older students to balance out my day. This class really depicts what I want to do, later in life; teach older students. It feels amazing to see them actually learning and understanding. Teaching english is a lot harder than I imagined. It takes double the energy, even after two hours of it, I'm exhausted.
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