Children and parents swarmed the yard; some sitting, chatting and running around.
I wanted to experience being a middle school teacher for my possible future, yet that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I became the teacher’s assistant of a summer class for the one grade that I dreaded: kindergarten. With my heart racing, I stood nervously in the courtyard. Finally, the four through five-year-old children all …show more content…
I observed how Ms. Kimmy acted around these children and listened to Spanish words that I stored in my mind to search up later. Estoy cansada...I’m tired…Maestra…Teacher…Lo siento…I’m sorry.
Now, I understand not only parts of their language, but them as well: when they bashfully look away at our praises, and the glint in their eyes when they finish their numbers worksheet.
By the last day, they all acknowledged me and waved goodbye at me multiple times, yelling, “Bye Ms. Selina!” These little joys were the reward for the most challenging task that I’ve ever encountered and allowed me to see the intelligence beyond logic, integrity through reliance, and brilliance beyond their age. When they learned, I did too. In the end, I finally learned that observations with whatever I had in hand, helped me with understanding others and that listening, rather than ignoring, was what broadened my view of scenarios I thought undesirable. The language barrier served as only a shallow blockade that I could overcome and continue to move forward from. Now I am more aware of others around me and learned to offer my ears to those who have yet to be