First off, my burn is way worse than that picture indicates. It now looks more like a burned crusty piece of pizza. I have to borrow a camera every time I want to take a picture; so, when I have more time I might do a little photoshoppery to get the full effect.
In other news, I’ve decided to make a confession. When I first signed up for the Peace Corps, I did NOT want to teach. I didn’t want to teach at all. It didn’t really interest me. I want to be a writer. Besides, those who can’t do teach, right? I was more interested in doing social work or health related stuff. I mean, all of my previous volunteer experience was urban anyway. Why would I want to waste time in a boring classroom for hours at a time? Yuck. Besides, I’m not a patient person.
Well, Peace Corps called me up and said:
PC: Hey, loser! You’re gonna be a teacher!
Me: But, I said-
PC: Yeah, well too bad! You wanna “help” people and “save” the world right? You pansy idealist.
Me: Well, I mean-
PC: Then this is what you got, puke breath! Besides, you can do secondary stuff!
Me: Oh, ok thank y-
(Ok, so the conversation was NOTHING like this. Please don’t hit me!)
After I was informed that I would be a teacher, I was kind of bummed. However, the idea of secondary projects intrigued me. Also, I thought maybe this teaching thing could work out!
Well, I flew over to The Phillies, I learned a little about teaching, and I was thrust into the classroom with little to no language skills and a very wet t-shirt.
I hated every minute of it! The students lacked respect, my co-teachers lacked understanding.* Plus, I was sweaty. Teaching was not fun.
Well, time passed and lo and behold, I learned that I could learn to be patient, my students could learn to respect me, my co-teachers could learn to understand my mistakes, and I could learn to tolerate teaching.
However, even more time passed and just recently I realized something. I am smiling more. My co-teachers tease me and I tease them! I speak Tagalog with my kids!** I make lesson plans voluntarily and I even have fun while I’m doing them! … Sometimes.
As it turns out. I don’t just tolerate teaching.
I like teaching.
And not just a little bit. I like teaching a lot!
Though, I’m starting to think all of the positivity stems from me changing up my wardrobe a bit. I decided to dress in clothes that make me feel good!
– Brandon Holly –
*Though, of course they lacked understanding. I was the one changing everything. I was foreign in every way possible.
**But not in class, BAWAL ‘YAN! (That’s prohibited)
p.s. – if you haven’t seen this yet. Indulge.