18 avril 2005
My word, I'm done.
Last week was my final week of teaching. It was bittersweet--more sweet than bitter--and I think most of my kids were actually sad to see me go. I got tons of last-minute-made cards, drawings, used pens, teeny bopper magazine cutouts, used stuffed animals, the works. I really didn't want to accept the used stuffed animals, but, you gotta do what you gotta do. These are photos from two of my schools. The ghetto school didn't deserve to be published.
We tried to do an organized photo, but it didn't work out so well...
Some of these kids were definitely imposters who snuck into the photo without even knowing what it was for.
That big guy is the teacher, Yves. He's pretty cool but don't cross him or he'll make you go stand in the corner until you behave.
We tried to do an organized photo, but it didn't work out so well...
Some of these kids were definitely imposters who snuck into the photo without even knowing what it was for.
That big guy is the teacher, Yves. He's pretty cool but don't cross him or he'll make you go stand in the corner until you behave.
04 avril 2005
Hoo, Nelly! It's been awhile!
Image of the day: a bevy of seven-year old girls came up to me in the school courtyard after class today asking "je peux te donner un bisou?" (can I give you a kiss?). Well, it started with one little girl and I felt kind of weird because of all the rules regarding physical boundaries between teachers and students in the US, but we were in the middle of a school yard, so I figured it was normal behaviour. Then, after i bent down to let her kiss my cheek, I found myself surrounded by a little French schoolgirl chorus of "je peux te donner un bisou?" "et moi?" "et moi?" I was overtaken by their power and found myself smothered by bisous in a matter of seconds. It was all I could do to keep myself from laughing hysterically.
