This post is tired in with the last one. I figured the last one was long enough and I'd put in a little break. How am I liking camp? As any of my closest friends can tell you, the amount I like something is directly proportionate to the amount of appreciation my person has received. If I feel the love, then I'm having a great time. Ha. Just kidding. Kinda. But, really.
The kids at camp like me. A lot. I figured all the girls would like me because I'm the only female foreigner. Easy win. As it turns out, though, all the kids like me in general. The kids tell me, the Korean co-teachers tell me, I've even been told that the office workers like the sound of my voice and want to sit in on my lessons. Clearly, I'm loving camp. It's more work and I'm much more tired at the end of the day, but I'm also motivated to try with each class. It's a strange phenomenon. The kids have some really great energy. Plus, I've been doing this teaching thing for a year now, I know what works and what doesn't. It helps. I'm not always at my best, but I can say I know how to be a good teacher. If the kids want a clown, I'll be their clown. It works for them, which works for me. And apparently, I'm doing it right.
|Trying hard not to look phallic.|
Maybe I should've refused the gifts of fruit. It was supposed to be a special day for the students. But I didn't ask for the fruit, they gave it freely. And I really wanted it. Do you know how expensive fruit is in Korea? Too expensive. I never even think about buying fruit here. It ain't cheap and it goes bad in a day. Of course I was going to keep the gifts of fruit! Are you kidding me?
Yeah. Camp? It's awesome.