Last week I and the little one went back to school.
Baby Zanga was welcomed in to her new classroom, surrounded by new kids, and a new teacher. She took to it well, and seemed to thrive because she is no longer the youngest in her class.
I welcomed my new class, in to my new classroom (a fabulous classroom at that) which I am still frantically trying to finish decorating.
A lot of the children in my class were in the year before luckily and so the English barrier is not dire... although there are a few who cannot understand me and I cannot understand a word they are saying. I've been assured though that by week six the children will be pretty much understanding most things and will be able to converse. It is quite a testament to a child's brain that they have the ability to pick up another language so fluently.
I received my last class at the end of January this year. The previous teacher had done all this hard work and I literally had just walked in to a classroom of children who had more or less become quite fluent.
Both behaviour, commands, duties and instructions are all having to be communicated in a language that is so foreign to them. They're doing their best, and with little to no crying, so I am most impressed to say the least.
Camel man welcomed a new class today too. He is not seeming quite as positive. Haha!
Till next time!
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