old post that I forgot to post
I was starting to get a little bored. So I signed up to teach 8,9 and 10 year-olds English on Saturdays. I am also tutoring Andrea, an elementary school student at ATS on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I take Spanish classes after I tutor Andrea.
I love teaching ESL to the little ones. What an easy way to find and get a lot of loving, especially from the boys. When they came in, one boy was on the verge of tears; one girl's eyes were popping out of her head; another paced about; one fell in love with me at first sight. I started out with a map that I had found from the City Express, where I spent my first night in Tampico, to get an idea of where they lived. I spoke to them Spanish, so that they could realize that even a teacher can struggle while learning a new language. They relaxed after that. They learned from me, and I learned from them. We laughed, we danced to our friendship song, we had a lot of fun. When they were leaving, two boys wrapped their arms around my waist: I love you Mis.
After that I went to the SALC (Student ? Learning Center) to practice my Spanish in the conversation corner. I am progressing nicely. I keep thinking of how children acquire language, it is a fascinating process. I also know that sometimes I am learning the language without even knowing it: travelling on the bus with Mexican music blasting me as I hang out the greasy window trying not to arrive at school saturated with sweat, listening to my students chatter in the hall, getting lunch, asking directions, playing tennis, and listening to the sounds of Tampico.
My classroom is known for its low temperatures. I wallow there in my sleeveless dress. One day the students poured in while I was preparing for class and without thinking about it, I said, I know I am trying to fix it. One of my students said, MIS LISA!! You know Spanish! I did not realize that even though I had responded in English, I had responded to Spanish.