I think most that know me can agree that I am sometimes an anxious and nervous person; at times, I might blow little things out of proportion and make them a bigger deal in my head than they are in reality. This being said, when I was told that Jared, one of the three head directors from IlP, would be visiting and evaluating us this week, I got a bit nervous.
Whenever I am nervous or anticipating something, I typically wake up numerous times in the night from either bad dreams or just restlessness. Last night, I tossed and turned, repeating my lesson over and over in my head. I don't doubt my teaching capabilities, I was more so just worried for someone who had done this for years, would be focusing in on me alone and evaluating me.
When class time came around, I had recited my lesson about twenty times in my head, about fifteen more than I usually do. I looked into the doorway, mid lesson, and saw this tall man walk through the doorway. It was Jared. I was already nervous, but him being around 6' 8'' made the situation a little bit more daunting.
As Jared approached my table, I continued on with my lesson and for some reason, my kiddos began to participate more and be on better behavior than they ever had been. It all went perfectly: my lesson flowed, the kids were actively engaged, there was a lot of English being used, etc. Also, Jared stayed at my table for about ten minutes, that's all. I have no idea what I was stressing over.
A little while later, I was talking to dear Marine, our native coordinator, and I commented on how well behaved the little ones were today. She then said back to me that they were so good, because she told them that if they were naughty, Jared would take them back to America with him and they wouldn't ever see their mommies or daddies again. I was dying, I couldn't even believe it. It was horrible that she said that, but so hilarious. I now understood why the kids went to the bathroom and had to walk past Jared, they would sneak behind him ever so silently and run inside. I don't know why we were all so scared of him, he is a great guy.
Anyways, we spent the evening with Jared and his daughter Emma, and took them to one if our favorite Muslim noodle shops. I believe we frequent this one much more than anything else here; I just don't know what I am going to do without it back home. I hate the thought of leaving it behind.
Later on in the evening, I decided to whip out my hair cutting scissors (I bought prior to the trip) and give Ms. Lexi a good ole haircut. I tried doing the fancy tricks I always see my hairstylists do when I get my hair cut, but mostly I just wanted to look like I knew what I was doing. I probably cut about an inch and a half off, gave her some layers, razored the ends a little bit to thin them out, and then round brushed and straightened it for her. Although this whole process was quite lengthy, I must admit that I did a pretty good job. She is satisfied and her hair looks marvelous. It's just been a good day.
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