the other one.

Ok, this is my post in response to Eimear´s post about her school etc etc etc. Now, she threw in a bit about her situation with boys ¨if you know her at all.¨ Well, for me, on the subject of children, if you know me, you know my feelings on children. What´s a nice way to put it? They´re not my fave. But for kids, the bigger the better. That said, what age group do I teach in four classes a week? Oh, three-year-olds. No pasa nada.

I´ll be in charge of a group of 12 or so kiddos for 15 minutes entertaining them with a book in English. Yes, I´m supposed to keep the attention of three-year-olds with a book in a language they don´t understand and five pictures of barnyard animals. That´s like going into battle wearing armor made of tin foil.

My other classes are with seven-year-olds. They´re another story. I teach English and science classes (in English) with them. A few days ago we were studying parts of the body, specifically the organs. The teacher asked, ¨What are these things in your body that help you breathe? What are they called?¨ A kid raised his hand and said, in Spanish, ¨Boobs?¨ Hmm, good try, but no. It was all I could do not to laugh.

Even so, sacrifices of their sass and craziness is all made up for by the fact that we work 16 hours a week. Can´t complain. (Much.)