My First Teaching Experience

My morning began with my gazda mom asking me why I don't wear tight dresses. I had no answer for this.

This week I'm teaching a class of 5th graders with two of my friends, Sara and Freya. The school morning started with about 60 students and their concerned parents swarming into our classroom. We only had 30 desks and chairs so we had to send half the students home.

After the ruckus settled down, we were able to have a successful intro day. We spent the day doing activities to gauge the students' language levels.

I didn't know what to expect going into my first experience teaching young children. I enjoyed myself much more than I thought I was going to. The children were adorable and so curious and willing to learn. Even the students that did not have many language skills seemed to enjoy the activities. I hope the remainder of the week goes as smoothly.

Over dinner, my gazda mom and I had an hour long conversation (in Romanian mind you) about whether I will get married in Romania in the next two years. Then she proceeded to tell me that I need to marry a man who is clever and intelligent. When I suggested funny, she said no, a man who is serious. I'm not sure if that was a translation problem or a cultural difference. Now I think that maybe she was giving me a hint about my dresses this morning.