My first SERIOUS look into Gratitude was back in 2012.
While I had done those daily gratitude logs and whatnots, I must say, it was never a KABOOMZ moment for me. I recently learnt from Prof Rao that it is a FEELING exercise, rather than an intellectual exercise. Like, literally go FEEL it.
It is not like I don’t FEEL gratitude, more like, I am always looking for something better. And now that I am typing this, I realise what is the deal.
For now, the entire bulk of my work “stress” lies on my Sunday classes. And by the time it all finishes, I will prepare for another week of the same thing. Still, I must say that this is one of the MOST, MOST, MOST fulfilling and humanity + thing I am doing since me has life.
This is Mr Shiro, one of our assistant teacher, he does dangerous demonstration like falling off the table to show that one should not sit at a table corner.
Today I introduce him and a little girl said, “But he can’t talk! How can he be a teacher??”
Every child is born a genius -A. Einstein
While I do believe A LOT in the school’s curriculum, a very *tiny* voice inside me also whisper that I must be careful to not impose my own grown-up models on children.
A boat I made with a 5 year old girl in the class I assisted.
I first met V at the trial class. She cried, want her Mum in and frankly I thought she is gonna be one of the child who turned out to be “not ready” for pre-school yet. And while she is everything a child her age, she had at first seemed to me to be so delicate.
It all started when, although she was crying and clinging to her Mum, she got up, held my hand and hopped and skipped with me during the game.
She would still get tense and teared up but it very soon weaned and during that whole time (the lovely Mum had already left and trust us with her little baby) I was with her. At one point I sat kneeling down and she sat on my thigh. It wasn’t a flat place for her to sit and she was actually totally trying to prop herself up just to be close.
Yes, I am putting it in a very dramatic way, but… every second I feel like these children are saving my life. I mean this in a loving way, I wish that everyone of you reading this will live such a magical moment one day. If not, go be another person’s light. Sometimes when Santa didn’t get you present, it just means that you CAN BE Santa.
After the trial class meeting, I thought I wouldn’t be in that class anymore.
Recently the class got really popular and I was again back assisting.
AND DEAR GOD GUESS WHAT.
Dear V recognised me and smiled at me, like those of an old friend’s.
I am crying now.
It continue happening and I feel like all the Kami Sama notice me. ;___;
Usually I feel un-connected with the kids in classes I assist, but this class is somehow special. I can say I am jealous that I am not teaching them. x’D
The really lovely thing about working with children is, every way and in every sense, everyone is real. Yes, some kids will try to “lie,” but since their hearts cannot do that, they will end up laughing about it.
I thank YOU for allowing me into all of your young and beautiful lives.
Good Thing, Bad Thing, Who Knows?
So, I had this game for my class this week.
Boss was happy about it, colleague is excited about it and me totally hyped about it.
I can safely say I went to work early everyday for a week and went home late on ONE day happily and willingly to prepare for the game.
Boss once told me this, when she bought her young children to Disneyland, LIKE THE ORIGINAL MAGICAL DISNEYLAND, her kids actually didn’t enjoy it as much, for “children enjoy simple things.”
This conversation only happened less than 3 months ago and I totally didn’t get what Boss was saying. Like… how can that even happen? I mean, I can LIVE in Disneyland if possible!! O__O
All that was expected from the REALLY AMAZING game didn’t materialised. I can even say that some children was not surprised at all. Yes, they love the hands-on nevertheless, just…
I was disappointed at myself I think my morale depleted at one point. I was just in blank. I said something give-up-ish and eventually it all came back to me that;
Dear Morgan Sensei had told me that, “Children will be children. If a child behaves likes an adult, there is when it is scary, you might want to run away as fast as you can.”
Then everything returns.
Notice I gotta tape my secret note back?
Well, one boy tore it while reading it to find the magic ship. Sure, it appears unseemly. Like why would a child…
Notice that I made tear lines on this paper for a rugged look?
Maybe he had never handle something like this, for I am pretty sure that he has lovely clean books at home and school. Reasonable that he would want to make and see tear line for himself.
I think, sometimes the Universe has ways to tell us things. Indeed it only appear crazy that some kids are “out of control.” What if, just what if I am reading them with tainted mental models?
For if we experience anger, it is only because there are anger in us.
I will work harder about this. Thank you for being the messengers for me.
And look! I got to work with vanguard sheets. Not sure if there are other names but they are 200 gsm coloured paper, the length is already over 50cm. =D
I love big and colourful things!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
A New Student
One of the thrills of being a teacher here is, when a child/parent sign up for a term right after a trial class, it feels like I done a super great job. Like, yes, the whole universe can clap for me.
And on the same hand, while there are often legit reasons for not signing up, like a child already surpassed the school’s teaching, I (and often we) would somehow feel a little pinch.
I miss a particular boy for 2 weeks. He is one of those children who are a little bigger than peers of his age.
During one of those “uncontrollable” class, I asked if the kids were in Year x, and they can imagine themselves being teachers and I am in a lower form, so can they teach me this round.
For some reason, something was triggered.
Dear B in the future, I hope you see it soon enough that you have got a model’s height already. It will be the envy of many people.
And this leads to, while we can have the best intentions, we never know how another person can receive it.
Now, today I got a girl from a trial class a MONTH back. I was literally dancing in the school when I got to know that she will now be an official student.
Today she was chatting with me in the class, telling me about princess and tall crowns with hidden robots.
Halfway she asked if I know anything about poison apples, those that kills people. And a dead person looks like the stick figure I drew.
I freaking drew myself to illustrate how tall are those Greece columns.
HOW DARE YOU!!!! x’DDDDDD
I received a drawing from a student.
My life is made.
Now I can move on to marry Naoto.
Ever notice that some children just likes you A LOT. It is something ever so priceless, for it is true love. I am crying now.
Little M was drawing this and telling us that her favourite princess is Belle. And that is because other than pink another of her favourite colour is yellow and her Mum’s favourite colour is red.
One of the strange things I picked up from the children is actually their favourite colours. Like, to the extend of totally giving the right colour papers to every child in my class.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Zhao Sensei to moushimasu.
And I since a child, I always think that Belle’s dress looks like a pudding.
And actually the drawing was given to my colleague who helped out today.
I think either she heard me crying silently and/or that sensed my suffocating jealousy, she quickly told the child to give to Teacher Yuxing instead. Feeling all shy about it, I was given the drawing.
And again, I wish that everyone know that it is safe, right and good to receive love.
I have been folding up paper sO randomly, I think it will be messy to trace them like how I labelled my artpeaces.
And look! A box!
Double-sided colour paper is the rad.
Me and my Japanese snacks continues.
And I have been eating this knife-cut noodles every week for a month. Plus the chicken gyoza.
SO! EVERYONE AT THE STALL REMEMBERS ME. EVEN THE CHEF HIMSELF.
“Knife-cut noodle with less chili eh.”
I am famous!!!