My Diverse Class
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We met again, my Infants & Toddlers class and I, at a special place for home daycare providers. Many of these ladies are from countries such as Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iran. Walking into my classroom is like going to a foreign country. They speak with lilting, sweet voices, much like the Greek ladies I knew as a child. They ae eager to learn, and are very particular about how you teach them. They have lots of suggestions.
I feel like I'm in a big, warm meeting where I am the teacher, but also a servant.
I enjoy them. I am frustrated by them (they have a habit of explaining and even translating to each other while I'm talking). But I am in my element. They care very deeply about what they do, and take learning very seriously.
I feel like I'm in a big, warm meeting where I am the teacher, but also a servant.
I enjoy them. I am frustrated by them (they have a habit of explaining and even translating to each other while I'm talking). But I am in my element. They care very deeply about what they do, and take learning very seriously.
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