Goodbyes are never pleasant, and to be honest I’ve been putting off writing this post for a while because I just couldn’t handle it emotionally. Just editing these photos brought me to tears.
As I’d been teaching English for 5 months (an unprecedented amount of time for these kids), Profesora Blanca (the regular teacher) asked me to prepare and administer English exams for them at the end of the school year, just like she would be doing for the rest of their subjects.
Their English grades wouldn’t be reflected in their official school results, naturally, but she wanted them to have a certificate – a reminder of all the English they’ve learned. Those who passed the exam would get a “diploma”, while those who didn’t would simply get a certificate of attendance.
As she’d done the rest of the time, she left the exam format entirely up to me, so I decided on the following:
- the 1st graders had a purely oral exam: e.g. asking them how to say certain colors / animals etc. in English.
- the 2nd graders had an oral and written component, just translation or matching work.
- the 3rd and 4th graders had an oral and written component, similar to the 2nd-graders but they also had to translate entire sentences, not just isolated words.
- the 5th, 6th and 7th graders had a listening component in addition to the above: I read them a short passage and they had to answer a couple of questions about the passage. (This last component was a lot trickier than I’d anticipated and I ended up having to read each sentence many times in order for them to get the answer!) The oral component was also slightly different: they had to read a passage and then answer some conversational questions.
The day after we finished all the exams was the last day of school. There was supposed to be a graduation ceremony for the 7th graders, but this had to be postponed to the following Monday as Profesora Blanca hadn’t made all the necessary preparations (due to the power going out).
I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be there for the graduation ceremony, but I’d already made travel arrangements so we had to leave as originally planned.
Nevertheless, the kids still had to come to school to clean the classrooms (in preparation for the graduation ceremony and the end of the school year) and rehearse the graduation ceremony programme.
Maria, one of the 7th graders, said, “I don’t want you to leave” – to which I pointed out that the 7th graders were also leaving. I understood what she meant, though.
We had a short farewell ceremony: Profesora Blanca said a few words of thanks and added that the school’s doors will always be open should I ever come back. Then Evelyn (one of the 6th graders), who serves as school president, said a few words of thanks too. She talked about how I was the only volunteer to have stayed so long and how she’s learned so much from me and will miss me terribly. We were both in tears by the end of her speech.
And then Profesora Blanca asked me to address all the kids (despite my being a complete wreck). I hadn’t anticipated this at all, so it was completely off-the-cuff and very short. I just talked about what a pleasure it’s been to have worked with them, how I’m going to miss them and encouraged them to keep practising English so that they don’t forget.
This is an unprecedented level of attention paid by the kids – normally there’s at least one or two off doing their own thing!
I gave out the gifts we’d brought to each of them: Ian had brought with him little Singapore souvenirs (keychains and pens) and I’d written notes to each of them on Singapore postcards. Then it was photo time! Here are some of my favourites:
Photos of each grade:
I’ve never been much of a kids person – and I still don’t consider myself one – but I did grow extremely fond of these 27 kids, and I know it was mutual.
Although it was unpaid and at times very challenging, teaching them was extremely rewarding. I have zero regrets about spending close to 6 months here, even if it meant I didn’t travel as much as I could’ve.
I’ll never forget the time I spent here in this classroom, with 27 extremely energetic kids (not all at once, thankfully!), trying to keep them engaged, under control and learning something. I think they did learn something.
For my part, I definitely learned so much from them. And not just in terms of teaching skills (the 5th to 7th graders learned the same stuff but at different paces, so the first class to do a particular topic served as my guinea pigs) or Spanish language skills (I found that kids are the most willing teachers you’ll ever meet).
I also learned patience (still not a particularly patient person, but better than before!) and perseverance. The first week, I found it all rather overwhelming and seriously considered just leaving, but I hate giving up that easily. So I told myself that I’d stick it out for at least a month, and I’m so glad I did.
Saying goodbye to these kids is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But nothing worth doing is ever easy, isn’t it?
Photos taken by Ian