I have found that the kids love playing charades. We play charades just about everyday to practice our vocabulary words and now I have them putting their answers in complete sentence form. (such a teacher, I know) This has worked extremely well and they always want to keep playing. Why mess with something that works? We played pictionary but it didn't go as well so today we are back to charades. My translator is amazing! We work very, very well together and she uses a stern voice with the kids when I do. She will tell them to "tsheena" (be quiet) and listen. Discipline is not considered a high priority especially with the boys. Even in school they are not asked to respect each other or the teachers or even their parents. The boys are allowerd to do what they want and when they want to. This is what I have seen first hand but know this is not true for every household or every boy in Bosnia. My translator is 17 and will start her senior year in August. She is very stylish and reminds me of one of my college roommates, Julie. Teresa told me she likes me as well which is fantastic. I could not have asked for a better translator to help me in the classroom.
Yesterday during camp I had to take a quick restroom break during classes. I told the translator and took off. The group coming up next was my wildest group so I didn't think I could leave them. When I returned, I opened the door to see the ENTIRE class sitting at their benches waiting without a sound. I came in utterly speechless and they applauded. They were so excited to see me. They thought I had left and hadn't told them goodbye. So I bragged and bragged and bragged on them.
After camp we headed to an interns house to have a get together for my last group. It didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped and needed a drink afterwards but I think they had a good time. I broke up a game of spin the bottle and truth or dare. These games transcend all languages and cultures and I am not stupid. On my way home, I managed to take a stroll down make-out alley...apparently I was feeling adventurous. :) I now know why there aren't any lights on at night. I hope to post pictures up of my classroom and apartment soon. I am enjoying my time here. The pace of life is much slower and relationships are cherished above all else which can be a good and bad thing.
Yesterday during camp I had to take a quick restroom break during classes. I told the translator and took off. The group coming up next was my wildest group so I didn't think I could leave them. When I returned, I opened the door to see the ENTIRE class sitting at their benches waiting without a sound. I came in utterly speechless and they applauded. They were so excited to see me. They thought I had left and hadn't told them goodbye. So I bragged and bragged and bragged on them.
After camp we headed to an interns house to have a get together for my last group. It didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped and needed a drink afterwards but I think they had a good time. I broke up a game of spin the bottle and truth or dare. These games transcend all languages and cultures and I am not stupid. On my way home, I managed to take a stroll down make-out alley...apparently I was feeling adventurous. :) I now know why there aren't any lights on at night. I hope to post pictures up of my classroom and apartment soon. I am enjoying my time here. The pace of life is much slower and relationships are cherished above all else which can be a good and bad thing.
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