Let being an actual adult begin (thanks Rachael my spell checker)

Well, I am officially an adult. An adult with endless hours of planning for classes, duties to fulfill and young minds to mold. My very first day of teaching was actually yesterday. I was subbing for Ian teacher who left for a better paying job. He's also the one that made my apartment disgusting. Every class I walked into the kids would go "Huh? Where's Ian teacher?" But let's talk about the classes shall we.

The very first class that I taught was drama in education to 5 year olds. The class name was Dartmouth (every class at YBM is named after Ivy League schools. So there is Yale, Cornell, Princeton, Harvard, Oxford and so on). They were adorable. This one girl Elizabeth loved me the second I got in. Did I mention they all pick out American names that you have to call them during class? Anyway when I was helping everyone flip to the right page she grabbed my arm and just hugged me. It was so cute but I had to remain professional and continue helping the kids. It was only a 40 minute class but once it was over I was worn out.

After them I had a three hour break to prepare for my upper level classes. They are all very smart and know how to read, but not speak, English very well.

Today, my first official day as a teacher, was mediocre. I had one class of all boys that absolutely would not repeat after me. I don't think I've ever felt more frustrated. I would say "Okay everyone repeat after me, 'Mike are you sick?'" And they would just all stare at me or at their papers. I'm standing there thinking, you guys can't even repeat the words I'm saying?! You just spoke English to me before we started! We ended up playing some rock paper scissors game which they liked a lot.

Another class I taught named Stanford got yelled at by the Academic Director right before I had to teach them. When I asked them how they were they said "Bad." When I started my lesson they ended up having the wrong books which was fabulous. So I had improvise which I'm realizing is something I'm going to have to do a lot of here.

My last class for the day is one on one conversational English with the Manager of the school. I'm thinking, "Why me? I'm brand new here. Shouldn't someone with more experience do this?" He was really nice though and told me that in the class he is a student not the Manager. Ha, right.

Ah my first picture of "Korean Food." Oh, okay so it's not Korean but it is pizza from Korea. I didn't realize how much I missed cheese until that first delicious bite. I got pepperoni but they tasted like the pepperoni from a lunchables pizza. It's no Pizza Hut or Papa Murphy's or Papa John's (man I miss pizza) but it was pretty tasty.