A Morning in the Life of an English Teacher

I live one block away from school. You would think that I would roll out of bed at 7:50 and stroll right in.  But as much as I'd like to indulge myself with beauty sleep, I think about what my body's first priority is.  So I lay in bed and turn on the snooze button for another ten minutes.  After that my morning begins.  I walk across the street to the local pitzutzia (liquor store) and buy my sweet tooth a vanilla yogurt with sprinkles and chocolate milk.

I walk to school and on my way there I run into students who also walk from this area of the neighborhood.  The kids acknowledge me as I walk bye, although they are rather shy outside of school, and I am not sure if it is because they are not confident in their English speaking.

I walk into the teacher's lounge and fill a beer mug to the brim with Rooibos tea.  The teachers are speaking Hebrew, so I really don't have a clue as to what they are saying besides key phrases here and there.  Most of them are not open to interacting with me nor the other volunteer from my program.  

The moment I walk into the class I hear "Hi Paige!" from ten voices at once.  The girls playfully crowd around me as I walk into class.  They hug me and don't let go.  "I love you!" they say, and I tell them I love them back.  They look at my outfits and are in awe of my fashion sense.  It gives me a chance to show them American fashion first hand (such as wearing only one long feather earring instead of two).  

 And this all happens within the the first ten minutes of my day.

  

What's not to love?