Walking in through the small door in the wooden gate, I am
immediately overwhelmed by the joy of the Lord that I can see on dozens of
adorable faces. They knew that I would be there, but still so many stare at me
in awe as they take in the sight of their new teacher. One girl runs up and
immediately leaps into my arms. Still others run to me as they pull on my arms
and ask “How are you?” a million times, even after I’ve answered. (This is a
sentence that I hear at least 75 times a day because it is a staple English
sentence for all Kenyan kids) Still, others stand back, more apprehensive of me
because I look and sound different than they do. I take in every face that I
will be seeing for the days of the upcoming months and relish in knowing that
these precious little ones will be such a part of my heart. Finally, I am
stepping into the role that I heard God speak into my heart so long ago.
This week I have become the teacher of a Kenyan preschool
class. I have laughed and cried and gotten frustrated and been encouraged and
felt every single emotion you can imagine. Coming into this I thought I would
be hanging out, helping Rose in the class and observing for a bit until I learn
more Swahili--I could not have been more wrong.
In reality I have spent the majority of my time this week as
the sole teacher in a classroom of 32 rambunctious Kenyan kids who speak very little
English. They stare at me as I try to communicate with my small Swahili
vocabulary and they laugh at me when I try to show them that I mean serious
business. On Wednesday I was alone in the classroom for four hours and left the
school thinking that I didn’t know if I could go back. Because it was HARD.
Sure, recess is fun and during break time they sit in my lap and chase me
around and hang on my arms so much that I am sure I will leave here with no arm
hair, but when I walk into the classroom and become their teacher, the word
respect holds no meaning.
They would get loud and run around and me saying the words
“SIT DOWN” and “PLEASE BE QUIET” would have zero impact (even when I tried
these phrases in Swahili, the kids would laugh). All of the student teaching in
the world could not have prepared me for this.
And then I remembered that I was here because God called me
to be. And I realized that I’d been relying on my educational training and not
my spiritual training. And so I said a prayer for patience, took a deep
breathe, decided not to give up, and kept trying new approaches, hoping one
would work out.
This morning most of the students were in the classroom when
I arrived at the school. They were all talking and playing and running around
and I thought “Oh yeah, it’s Friday, kids are always out of control on
Fridays.” So I lowered my expectations and stepped into the classroom.
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