We went to the village school in Binoni village today.
Our crew divided up between eight class sections.
I taught section three, Mr. Kondwani’s class of about 60
students.
The students were very sharp – a little shy – but encouraging, hard-working
learners.
Students bow when they receive instruction from a teacher or
ask a question.
We practiced writing sentences necessary for writing a
letter.
We practiced food words – and I educated them on one of my
favorite foods, pizza.
Their classroom was a small concrete room.
They sat in small groups of 9-10 students on the floor.
Their bright blue uniforms were a brilliant accent to the
gray of the classroom.
One blackboard was positioned up front – and my hand was the
eraser.
I felt like a ‘real’ teacher instructing these learners.
We sang together, danced together, and practiced English
together.
The time we spent at the school truly shifted the village
opinion of our group.
sat by us – and the village men came, sitting off to both sides of the women to
watch. People began opening up – and were no longer terrified of the lies
previously spread about us. They realized we were there to serve them – and in
some non-verbal way communicated their thanks.
