I hate packing. So I am going to write in here about my last day of winter camp, instead.
I had 3rd grade this week. All of the students were definitely students that I talked to a lot during the school year when I had them in class. We had a perfect class dynamic so this week went great. On the first day of camp they convinced me to have a party on Friday. So party it was, complete with Angry bird pencils and lollipops as presents for them. And food. A lot of food.
One of the things I love about Korea (ok, so I have grown to love it recently--and I still think about all the germs in the back of my mind every time it happens) is when the children will hand me food from their grubby little hands to eat. And I have to take it. And eat it. Today, one of my students was literally handing me one chip at a time to eat. Adorable.
I also received going away presents from some of them. A cute letter. A cup of coffee and cookies (I swear she knows me better than most people--perfect gift). A traditional Korean wallet thing that is absolutely amazing.
Then we played games. These kids absolutely love my variation of "Mother May I?" and "Simon Says." (I add a slight spin to them to make them more ESL friendly and educational).
I couldn't have ended my last day on a higher note.
PS--all of the teachers at the school is going to hate me as there will now be 7 students with pencils that has a whistle make bird noises and clinks when the slingshot at the top (yes, slingshot) hits against the pencil. :)
I had 3rd grade this week. All of the students were definitely students that I talked to a lot during the school year when I had them in class. We had a perfect class dynamic so this week went great. On the first day of camp they convinced me to have a party on Friday. So party it was, complete with Angry bird pencils and lollipops as presents for them. And food. A lot of food.
One of the things I love about Korea (ok, so I have grown to love it recently--and I still think about all the germs in the back of my mind every time it happens) is when the children will hand me food from their grubby little hands to eat. And I have to take it. And eat it. Today, one of my students was literally handing me one chip at a time to eat. Adorable.
I also received going away presents from some of them. A cute letter. A cup of coffee and cookies (I swear she knows me better than most people--perfect gift). A traditional Korean wallet thing that is absolutely amazing.
Then we played games. These kids absolutely love my variation of "Mother May I?" and "Simon Says." (I add a slight spin to them to make them more ESL friendly and educational).
I couldn't have ended my last day on a higher note.
PS--all of the teachers at the school is going to hate me as there will now be 7 students with pencils that has a whistle make bird noises and clinks when the slingshot at the top (yes, slingshot) hits against the pencil. :)
