The Challenge begins.
Buenos Dias everyone.
Teenagers, they can certainly be hard work at times. With hormones racing all over the place like Paula Radcliffe, it is understandable that they can be challenging and very unpredicatable. This was more than evident at my Secondary School, an all boys school in Hertfordshire´s Country town. I remember some of my peers being extremely hard work and wondered then why anyone would want to teach.
Nine years later and I find myself on the other side of our globe,contradicting this belief entirely. After a successful first lesson at the language centre, I crazely agreed to make a visit to one of Huaraz´s secondary Schools. I enjoyed my first lesson and actually felt excited about working with younger people.
The following day, Luis´s very attractive daughter, Sindy collected me from my house and we soon jumped in a taxi and made our way uphill to Fe Y Alegria School. Like most schools in Peru and infact South America in general, it is a Roman Catholic School, with Holy displays very evident. I was pleasantly surprised as I entered the main gates. The school complex, was made up of four two storey buildings, circled around a concrete playground, complete with basketball courts and of couse goal posts!
As I entered was greeted by a couple of the teachers who took me to the staff room. It proved to be very different to what you might expect at home. The large room had some chairs situated around the outside of the room, with a large table in the middle and a photo copier in the corner. It was here that I met the headmistress, a very pleasant middle aged lady who happened to be a Nun. I asked as many Spanish questions as I could and so within 2 minutes we were done.
It was here that Sindy left me to return to work ( she is an English Teacher too) and I became aquainted with a very friendly language teacher named Monica. Her English was superb and we simply swapped stories for a few minutes, before she wrote me up a timetable for the classes I would be teaching. When we were finishes, she took me to meet and help out in one of her classes.
As I made my way to class I was soon swamped by most of the school, who wanted to know my name and tell me theirs. I managed to somehow get to class mostly high fiving the kids as I went.
My first lesson was to be 5C, a class full of 35 children aged between 14-16. I was expecting havoc, as you would with so many teengaers confined in such a small space, but i couldn´t have been more wrong. As we entered so every pupil stood up and said hello to their teacher. I was impressed!
As I stood next to Monica, she introduced me to her class and many of the children just stared at me some giggling along the way. I asked the class if they had any questions they might want to ask me. I was pleasantly surprised as well over half of the arms soon shot up. I went around,took questions and tried to answer them as simply as possible. The first question asked was by a smiling boy, who asked which football team I supported. Obviously Tottenham Hotspur are not liked here, as I got a few boos. All good fun though!
I spent the remainder of the lesson making an orbit of the classroom, helping as many students as I could, with an activity that had been set the day before. As I would stand at one desk, so I would be entirely surrounded by other students wanting to hear what I had to say. Most of the class also asked me for my email too! I really enjoyed the lesson and I think the kids liked me. They were a pleasure to teach and I look forward to more.
After I had said goodbye to the class and had 15 minutes to recover, Monica took me to meet my next class, 30, 11 year olds. I was greeted by a cheer and every sudent waved before they rose and said hello to their teacher. Again, Monica introduced me, but being of a younger age, the English used was much simpler. We spent the remainder of the lesson, playing an alphabet game. First they sang that famous song, where you go from A-Z. Certainly took me back to my younger years. We then handed two different letters to every student and then called one letter out at a time. If a student had the letter called then they were to raise their hand. We would pick one person each time and they would line up against the wall,holding their letter in front of them. I decided to get the students to spell England, teacher and of course my name. When the word was complete I got the entire class to say it out loud. It all went very well and the class enjoyed it.
This message has got rather on the long side again, so I will leave it their. Lots more to tell, so be sure to pay me a visit again soon.