I've been worn down by attitude, cruelty and plain greediness. By hitting, throwing, teasing, swearing --- all of it, the whole damn lot. I think we've managed to have two decent lessons all week. It's got to the point where I just don't want to go in, because I feel like all I do is spend the whole day ordering students around as a glorified and marginally better paid babysitter as opposed to a teacher.
When I get like this, there's something I do.
I look at the photographs I have of my students and I remember how awesome they can be. All of those funny little personality quirks and interests --- the things I don't get and the things I do. The day that kid said or did something hilarious and we giggled together (I shall never forget the camel impression one of my kids did --- it was, without a doubt, one of the best things I have ever seen.) The day that girl tried to teach me how to say 'snot' in Pitjantjatjara, or the night that boy popped and locked like a professional.
It's really tiring and depressing sometimes, I have to admit. I really am looking forward to the two week holiday/planning time as of next Wednesday. The fact I just got a $150 a fortnight payrise because I've been teaching for over a year was so uplifting I actually whooped for joy.
But I do love my students. And when I get to do it, I do love teaching.
I am a total sap.
... Also, I just realised I spent part of a lesson today spelling a Pitjantjatjara word wrong in order to try and teach the 'ng' sound. What a dick. It's 'nyuntu' (you) not 'nguntu'. I should have gone with 'ngayulu' (I). This is why it's best for Piranpa teachers to leave the Pitjantjatjara writing to people who can properly speak the language. Hah. Oh well, I'll explain tomorrow that I'm still learning and hopefully they'll forgive me.