These are the little kids I taught. They were orphans, ages 3-8, so you can imagine that most of the kids were either completely confused by the material, or totally bored, but we tried to strike a good balance. Some knew a lot of English.Every morning they would say:
"Good morning teacher!" (pronounced teachah)
"I am fine, thank you, teacher!"
"I am (x) years old!"
"My name is (x)."
They would hit each other, ride each other like horses, eat erasers, eat pencil lead, eat dirt, eat stickers, wipe snot all over. And they were just adorable. They LOVED to come write in chalk on the board. Dennis was 8, and he could do math in the teens. There was Fatuma and Beatrice, Iddy and Sia. The girls and the boys looked exactly the same, except the girls wore skirts. They had shaved heads. They were super beautiful. They loved education and were so respectful. They caused a near riot when I handed out stickers.
It makes me so sad that they won't get quality education (or nutrition, or parental love) the rest of their lives.
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You're right that they won't have quality education, nutrition or love, but they do have amazing people like you to give what you can. You're pretty wonderful, Caro.
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