My Students

I helped a student dispose of a roach the other day. It's funny, I would never do that at home; I always make Erich do it. But when you are a teacher, it's different. I actually care about my students and want to protect them.

I'm starting to really see who my students are. There's this one girl who had an operation recently because one of her legs is longer than the other, but you would never know. At the cookout, she was raking the leaves much harder than anyone else. She's always the first to jump up and erase the blackboard. But she does all of this with incredible modesty, like she doesn't want to be noticed. Being a person who always blended in and never stuck out, I always wanted to be noticed. I wonder if she feels the same way...I just want to tell her, I notice you!

Then there is the friendliest boy in the school. He came up to me after the first class and pointed to a lyrics sheet with "Paul McCartney" in the credits. Then he pulled out an empty bag of macaroni that he had ready for this occasion, and yelled, "See? Paul Maaaccarrronnnii!" Today, he "taught" me some Japanese after class (I pretended I didn't know what "konnichiwa" meant, haha!).

Interestingly, I haven't encountered any bad students yet. The worst ones aren't bad; they just don't study. But they are cute as all hell, so that makes it so hard to be mad. :) I love my students!