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DAZ class
Today was my first DAZ class. I LOVED Ulla's class. When I was there, ten of the children were there, four from Russia, one from the Netherlands, one from Indonesia, two from China, one from Turkey and one from Poland.
The children were all lovely, if a bit too lively at times, and more open-minded and open to teachers than any class I have ever seen. They seem very much at ease, they clearly enjoy being in that class, being together, and they clearly love Ulla a lot. I regretted almost instantly that I only did one lesson with them, as teaching them also more or less worked by itself. Although they were all a bit too lively at the beginning because they'd celebrated the birthday of one of their classmates in the break before and had been the subjects of a teaching experiment before that, the atmosphere in that class is so great that I'd have loved to stay there and talk to them some more rather than go back to the stuffed rooms at the uni.
We read a text on a marriage together. Since it was a Turkish story that pretty much made Selin's day as she from Turkey and was able to explain a lot on the background of Nasreddin Hodja stories to the class very well and relate a few anecdotes. As an intro to the lesson I asked them whether they'd been to a wedding, and thankfully, they all had been. When I asked whether someone wanted to say something about the wedding they'd been to, they all eagerly told me in my language, which is, in many cases, their third language, about their experiences at their relatives weddings in countries I only know from the Atlas and which they used to live in.
These children are so much more experienced than me.
The children were all lovely, if a bit too lively at times, and more open-minded and open to teachers than any class I have ever seen. They seem very much at ease, they clearly enjoy being in that class, being together, and they clearly love Ulla a lot. I regretted almost instantly that I only did one lesson with them, as teaching them also more or less worked by itself. Although they were all a bit too lively at the beginning because they'd celebrated the birthday of one of their classmates in the break before and had been the subjects of a teaching experiment before that, the atmosphere in that class is so great that I'd have loved to stay there and talk to them some more rather than go back to the stuffed rooms at the uni.
We read a text on a marriage together. Since it was a Turkish story that pretty much made Selin's day as she from Turkey and was able to explain a lot on the background of Nasreddin Hodja stories to the class very well and relate a few anecdotes. As an intro to the lesson I asked them whether they'd been to a wedding, and thankfully, they all had been. When I asked whether someone wanted to say something about the wedding they'd been to, they all eagerly told me in my language, which is, in many cases, their third language, about their experiences at their relatives weddings in countries I only know from the Atlas and which they used to live in.
These children are so much more experienced than me.