Today I had what was possibly the best day I’ve had since being in this country. At first it was going ok. Then it got good. I was sitting at my desk for two periods and somewhere in that time I think I finally made up my mind to just study Japanese. I have a test in December and have been kind of worried about it, even though I have not been studying. But today, I just decided to study, whether I pass the test or not, even though for a while I had been saying I’m not going to pass the test.
I don’t know how to describe that moment of final and total recognition. Actually somebody already did, they called it the aha moment.
So anyway, that moment put my day up a notch. Then I had a class which was okay. Things were going good. Let me interject here, that this week I’m at my agricultural high school, which is one of the best things about this whole experience. So by being there, things were already going well. The teachers are friendly. Most of them talk to me. They’re real, the environment is relaxed. The students are great. I just love it.
Sometime in there, too, a teacher gave me a really detailed compliment about my teaching. But I only just remembered that now. It didn’t really affect the awesomeness of my day— what happened right before lunch did.
I had a fantastic class.
I mean really fantastic.
The students were really quick with the activity. They were super genki. They were joking around in English. They were not noisy and none of them slept. It was just awesome. It was made even more awesome by the fact that students at agricultural high schools are thought to be of a lower level. But man, these kids were on fire! Their pronunciations in the practice activity was good. Everything was good. And some of them even started the second activity without explanation. It means the understood the questions and went on to answer them. It was just super fulfilling. And then after lunch I had another great class.
But the icing on the cake was to come after school. I went on a mini (mini because its huuuuge) tour of the school’s farm with my supervisor. Great, great woman. Young, nice, real.
On the farm, there were all kinds of animals, dogs, pigs, horses, deer, everything. And of course the crops. And they had flowers too. Maybe the fact that I’m from Victoria Town, Manchester had something to do with it, but I just felt so good. Just being outside. It felt really free. And I was totally and completely relaxed. And again, the teachers, omg, they were talking to me, giving us stuff–I came home with quite the stash. It was just good. And I really found a deep respect for the students because they do so much work.
Nuh badda feel seh a no small scale agri science class ting mi a talk bout, a big, serious operation. My supervisor said, roughly quote: “These students are one day going to become the farmers, so the government spends a lot of money to maintain (i.e. to secure food production.” This means that some students are up from 4 a.m some days tending to animals and some go back after school to do more work on the farm.
While we were walking, I told her again what a fantastic time I had in that class and she said, “Some students are really good, but they like agriculture so they choose to come to this school.”
And then I came home and made a nice little stew.