i used to dislike kids for one reason: they're so screamy.
there are of course, exceptions.
some kids are incredibly well behaved and quiet, but it's often the noisy ones that get all the attention.
it was only natural to think that kids are hard to please.
cos why else the parents have absolutely no skills or whatsoever to control their own kids?
so there's this girl little "I" in my ce1 class.
she plays with other boys, kicks balls, runs wildly in the playground and you will never find one minute during break time that she's standing still.
when i first started "socialising" with the kids, she was with other girls.
and she was the only one who thought doing english was such a blah.
it wasn't particularly encouraging at the very beginning for an english-speaking person to teach english in french, who also had no experience dealing with kids at all.
i won't take this personal, it must have been the previous teacher who made it miserable for her.
but one thing i promised her: i will make english interesting, you will see.
well, did i make english interesting?
i don't know.
we sang, we read stories, we coloured images, we had competitions of guessing words between girls and boys...
she was getting interested gradually.
things were going the right direction.
after one class while watching them getting their coats on, i told her that she's made great progress over the past few weeks, and that brought a big smile to her face.
she was participating more in classes, too.
the upward turning point was in one particular class...
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