I've made the decision to come back to
England because I've been enjoying teaching so much, I know it's what I want to
do in life. In the process of applying for university I said I write a blog and
have my own style of writing, whatever that is. However knowing I said this I
feel it is necessary for me to at least try to pick it back up again. Hopefully
in the coming months I will be able to write a little bit more frequently about
life out here.
Since it's been over half a year since I
wrote a blog. I'd like to say why. Mainly it's because I haven't had the
inspiration nor the interest to write about life out here. Although since my
recent trip back to England for Christmas, it became glaringly obvious how much
I had assimilated into life in Cambodia. Things that are normal for me, just
aren't normal for others. I would like
to try and write about those things no matter how long or short. Although this
blog will mainly be about my teaching over the past couple of months.
Phnom Penh's consistently long dusty days
that drift lazily by; me drifting with them. My only anchors being work and
volunteering. My work starts as it always does in the cool mornings at 7.30 and
finishes at the peak of the heat at 12. This, of course, runs from Monday to
Friday. It's never a fight for me to get out of bed in the morning. The only
fight I deal with on a regular basis is the one of chiselling children into being perfect sculptures with all those
perfect human imperfections. Half way through the year I have been pleased with
how my sculpting has gone.
I was first enticed by the job because when
it was first offered, apart from it being part time, was that the children
really do become mirrors of yourself. This thought interested me and it pushed
me towards accepting the job. Having now had 6 months on the job I can honestly
say that they have. To show that I have 3 stories.
1. One day, I saw a student arriving at
school. I quickly ran into the classroom and made all the children play dead.
This went well and everyone played it to a tee. The student came in and after a
while everyone started laughing. Now I didn't think much of it until a month
and a half later. I quickly nipped out to get something from the office and
returned to all of my children pulling the same prank on me. Couldn't believe
it! Cheeky wotsits.
2.I was sat enjoying my breakfast (rice and
pork) one morning when a student came up to me. He saw my food. Took a bit of
pork. At this moment, may I just say I was sat gobsmacked in the fact that this
student had had the gall to take some food and then jokingly put it back. But
then he didn't put it back, he ate it with the smuggest smile i'd ever seen. He
then left. Not one word had passed in this interaction. I couldn't say anything
out of pure dumbfoundedness. Boundary pushing cheeky wotsits these children
3. For Christmas, my brother bought me a lovely
pen set. I told the children to keep their 'dirty mitts off of them because
they'll break them.' This past week I left them out in the classroom for break
time, not too bothered as the children would more than likely leave them alone.
At snack time a bit later on, I came out to check on them and a child came up
to me and said 'Your pen broke.' I was perturbed to say the least. My reply
came sharply 'Who did it? I knew I should have put them away!' The student then
went on to say 'only joking!' Then off she scampered confidently.
So not only are my students boundary
pushing and cheeky wotsits. They're lying boundary pushing cheeky wotsits that
I love dearly and will miss upon my return to England next year.