Sunday, March 22, 2009

Kids are crazy

From Lima, we hopped a night bus to the city of Huancayo where we will spend four weeks teaching english to kids in 3rd-6th grade. We were greeted at the bus stop by a man named Aldo, who helped us cordinate this whole thing, but we quickly found out he was one of the strangest and most scatter brained people we have ever meet. After a few days of traing and constant changes to our schduels, we were thrown into a class of 40-50 over energetic elementary school kids. Here our reality was turn completly upside down, from anything we had ever experienced in a school setting. Each day we taught we would have countless interactions that would either severly suprised us, or have us restraining ourselves from brusting our laughing in class. First day, we walked in and asked the class to be silent, but one of the kids kept talking. The professor prompetly got up takes a belt, hits the kid in the face while the rest of the class cheers. We went on to find this kind of punishment routine with the teachers using, sticks, rulers, pulling the kids hair, or twisting there ears. However, sometimes the teacher would leave finding that when we were teaching it would be a good break for them. At that point we would each do our best to keep the kids under control while teaching them some basic englinsh.
For the time that we are here, we will be living with a local family. The family dynamics themselves are quite interesting and we still cant figure out who is related to who and whos kid belongs to what parent, it is really confusing. While we are here, one of the sisters cooks our meals and we eat what we are served, half the time not really knowing what we are eating. One lunch we were given this jello type substance for dessert. Seeing that we were rarely given desserts, we both dig in and immidiantly find oursleves spitting this substand back into the bowl. We quickly pulled out the dictionary and the two meanings of what we had just eaten were: foot or paw and duck. Upon asking what it was we found out it was ground up foot, cartilige and other parts of a chicken one normally would not eat.

3 comments:

  1. You better not come back and be in the habit of beating little kids. "keep the kids under control" i bet you had bandanas on and machetes out all during class

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  2. just caught up on your blog, sounds like your having quite the adventure, I'm very jealous. Please get all your child beating tendency out now, I think it will be harder for you to get a job taking kids on trips at Manito-Wish if your convicted child beaters.

    CHEERS!

    Bobby Miller

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  3. Wow what an adventure. Tell me more about these belts? Are they big? Do you think it would work for student council? Could I pull an ear and hair at the same time?

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