Back to School!

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought I'd share about an unexpected blessing that's happened in my life recently. 

I have this habit of being unable to say no when people ask me for favors. Most of the time it just adds extra projects and activities to my life that I'm not overly excited about. So, when a friend from school asked me if I wanted to take over a position teaching English to university students Monday nights, naturally I said yes and regretted it about 30 seconds later. 

To my surprise, when I made it to the British Institute office 2 days later to interview for the position, it had changed from a one hour a week conversational tutor to a 6 hour a week assistant preschool teacher - and I was so excited.

The following Monday was my first day at the small school in Geromino, Italy. Naturally, I got lost on the first day. I was to the town 15 minutes early, and somehow still ended up being 5 minutes late. Getting lost is a gift of mine, I suppose. 

The school is fantastic. There is art hanging from the ceilings, hung on the walls and decorating the doors. Laughter and singing can be heard in the hallways and the tiny squeaky voices of the 3, 4, and 5 year olds talking to each other in Italian. I was in love the second I stepped through the orange door that first morning.

The children were squirming in their seats as circle time started, they stared at me with wide eye and big smiles, and talking to me really fast in Italian. No matter now many times a day I tell them, I don't understand Italian, they do their best to talk to me and show me exactly what they are saying. 

One little guy in particular has stolen my heart. He must be about 3 or 4 at the oldest, and he is just sharp as a tack. He's constantly saying things like, "In Italiano questo è arancione. Come si dice in Inglese?" I think he's one of the few that understands that I really don't know a lick of Italian yet and he's doing his best to teach me right back. 

The kids are adorable and fantastic. I've never looked forward to going to school before. Now I know that I have three classrooms full of students who are just as excited to see me as I am to  see them. They love to take my hand with their own small hand, covered spit and boogers (I carry handsanitizer around  like it's gold) to show me around the classroom.

I am so incredibly thankful for these little children that have come into my life and reminded me of how wonderful life can be when I go outside of my own selfish bubble and share my time with the ones around me. 


Fino alla prossima volta, 




Brooke JohnstonComment