Halloween parade

Since October 31st is approaching our school thought it was a good idea to teach the students a little about Halloween. So on Thursday and Friday we had a Halloween Party with all the students which was really fun and quite entertaining. The school trasformed one of the classrooms into a 'haunted room', we dressed up in what costumes were available, we organized some games to play, and of course we gave the kids an incredible amount of candy. However the best event was the Halloween Parade on Friday where all of our students dressed in their costumes marched to the local pavillion to trick or treat. I say marched when it was really more like very hyperactive sheep-herding. Of course the children all looked adorable in their costumes and we had a good time, but it took a lot of work to keep them all together. Most of the students are given English names to make it easier of the teachers but most of the time you have to say it four or five times to get their attention. There are two particular boys, Jacob and Donny who listen the least and cause the most problems, but the rest are generally obidient when not distracted by the tiniest curiosity. You can see me in one of the pictures wearing a purple clown wig that the students found hilarious. I tried to get them all to look at the camera but it wasn't meant to be. Oh well. I hope you get the idea though. Right now my favourite student is Minsu. He's the one in the pirate costume giving the peace sign. He can be quite a handful but he's also very sensitive. Every student has a phonics workbook to help them with spelling and pronounciation, but Minsu likes to rip out his pages and make paper hats or airplane. However when we're making a craft and he slightly tears his construction paper he comes crying to me terribly upset and wanting me to fix it. So he's my buddy. Jacob is another unique student (he's the one in the stripped shirt not wearing a costume. Erin (another foreign teacher) has taken a liking to him and got him a little toy ball on an elastic string for his birthday. She gave him his present in the morning while he was in detention writing lines, and once lunch time came around he had traded it away with another student. I hope these stories shed some light on what our days are like. I'll share more every once in a while.