First day of teaching rant
Was slightly bordering on insane. It felt like Kenya but… Longer and more draining and more lonely? They all feel like little middle schoolers to me. Not sure if it was because it was the first day of classes with me but almost no one brought a pen let alone paper to class. And these are high school freshmen- 15 year old teenage boys. But they behaved like… the middle school kids in Kenya. It was a mission to get them to listen to anything I said. I asked their teachers how they get their class to listen and they said to just yell louder. I’m not yelling loud enough apparently. My voice was going by my last class. Brutal.
The only thing that kept me going and smiling throughout the day was just Gods voice reminding me that I’m not here to teach English primarily but to allow these kids who have nonstop classes from am to pm with minimal sleep, hardly any time with family, and tons of daily pressures, to have an encounter with Jesus at least for one period, and that no matter how much I was bombing my first day, they were still getting an encounter with Jesus through me. I am not going to allow one exhausting frustrating day to get in the way of that.