A Teacher With No Books…

Last wednesday, I was so happy and grateful. My prayers had been answered (quite literally). I had been offered the second job I wanted – I was the chosen one, if you will.

“Now, the girls are 5 and 7, and she just wants you to play games and sing songs with them. Nothing too formal, just games and songs,”  said Ruth whilst rummaging through her bag for some paperwork.

I nodded, “OK, I have experience with kids and I spend all my days singing songs with 5 year olds so it should be easy.”

“Great. Perfect.”

The time had arrived – Monday at 5.30pm.

“Hello.”

Two brown haired girls looked up at me from their “work station” (a table smothered in colouring books, marker pens, stickers, toys, DVDs, doll heads, pencil cases and other child affiliated, unidentifiable objects).

They looked at each other and then down with a smirk on their little faces.

“This is Alice. The English teacher, remember girls?” Their mom urged.

“Yeees.” They continued to look down.

I opened my beefy backpack onto the table, and grabbed my resources that I needed.

“Wow! Many books!” Their mother had never seen a teacher with books before, obviously.

“Well, I have been working all day at the Primary School, so some of this is from there. I just brought everything.”

There was an awkward silence…

“Look!”

The smaller one of the girls (and the cutest) was holding up her masterpiece in absolute pride.

“Very nice.”

What more could I say, right? I couldn’t even tell you what I was looking at; an armadillo, a house, her school friends, a car crash…

I smiled at their mother as she left us alone – I was officially trapped.

Within five minutes, we were playing games and laughing and joking.

“Close jour eyes,” said Alicia (or small Alice as we call her).

“OK.” I closed them with total trepidation.

…………………………………….                             “No! Close jour eyes, Aliceee!”

“OK, OK I’m sorry.” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………..

“Open!”

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By the time the hour was up, they had tried to play hairdresser (with real scissors, I might add), jumped on my head, stuck stickers all over my face, feet and hands, and used my body as a drawing board. This is not quite what I had in mind.

How am I expected to teach without the aid of books, I ask? I was obviously given resources because Ruth thought I would need them. However, I just feel like they want me to be some British nanny. Or better yet – Mary Poppins – a woman who can teach children without any books whatsoever and just the pure beauty of an angels voice. Unfortunately, I am not practically perfect in every way…..

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