More Adventures in Teaching

Headed home from Kokrobite Beach jamming to Ghanaian music with eight other seemingly normal teachers, I had the cheesy, rare but sublimely heart-full feeling of happiness. Like so happy I could explode.

Like one part I've found my people and one part I've found my career. And it's so easy to get bogged down in red tape and bureaucracy in teaching, but I looked in front of me to see nine pairs of flailing arms dancing Azonto (Ellis, our driver included) and had a moment's silent thanks to the powers that pushed me into a classroom way back in the day.

Alas, I get nostalgic. The last twelve days have flown. I have gotten myself in a series of bizarre situations, from making wind-whipping noises to a classroom full of 30 adults to defending Shakespeare to a group of semi-hostile English teachers. But nothing quite sums up the experience like telling the story of Romeo and Juliet in a 'Whoosh!' story circle whilst a pair of chickens clucked and strutted past the door.

And much like any classroom, ours have been filled with the assortment of shy people, cheeky characters and the odd gifted and talented individual. Perhaps the big difference is that at the end of some of the sessions, teachers approach you, ask questions and then tell you how they're going to try a technique you introduced in their classroom. It feels good, it really does.

So lots of touchy feely warm fuzzies tonight. I apologise for the digression. Photos and weekend trip details and school pictures to come...