Two weeks ago was the first time for going for a service project. It was quite short, only 1 week. Other service projects are typically 2-3 weeks. It was also not an 'ambitious' service project, such as aiming at building something that's sustainable, however, after a short reflection in the middle of the week, I realized this 'simple' volunteering in a school is very beautiful. One of us reminded me, "We do not come here to solve social problems, but we want to see Christ in each child and be like Christ for the kids." It's hard, but it's beautiful..
On the first day, we played with the kids in the school yard. I talked to them in English and my broken Thai, we played 'Train of Love' (we made a huge circle, sang 'Train of Love', moved forward and backward along with the word 'chiki' and 'chaka'). On the second day, my first lesson with another volunteer was in Primary 3. All the lesson plans were useless coz they didn't understand us :( and they couldn't read lots of English words even though they could say the words. Primary 4 was better and not as shy as Primary 3 kids.
Memorizing their names were another challenge!! hahaha.. But on the third day, the principal made the kids used their name tags. We had one kid in Pri 4 whose name was "Nut 3" , apparently there were 3 kids with the same name, so it became Nut 1, Nut 2, Nut 3. Hahaha.
Oh noo...so many stories...hmm let me think..
The kids are very cute. They are very polite. The kindergarten kids did 'Wai' (put the palms together and greet other people) and bowed to the floor while they were sitting every time we entered class in the morning. The kids, like other kids, like to run around, but they follow the teachers easily every time the teachers instructed them to do something.
Two kids cried on the last day we were there... :( One of the kids, held my arm and told other kids that I am her mom. (Don't think that I look old!) But I do think there might be sth with her mom coz when she wrote card, she wrote "I love Father, I love P' Lea (another volunteer, I love P'Ninda).
The people in Nakhon Ngayok were very helpful, especially Ajarn Aurapan, the principal :)
I just love Thailand..and the kids too :):) It hurt me when they asked me whether I'll come back one day, I just could say that I'm not sure.
Will pray for you, Nong... :)
On the first day, we played with the kids in the school yard. I talked to them in English and my broken Thai, we played 'Train of Love' (we made a huge circle, sang 'Train of Love', moved forward and backward along with the word 'chiki' and 'chaka'). On the second day, my first lesson with another volunteer was in Primary 3. All the lesson plans were useless coz they didn't understand us :( and they couldn't read lots of English words even though they could say the words. Primary 4 was better and not as shy as Primary 3 kids.
Memorizing their names were another challenge!! hahaha.. But on the third day, the principal made the kids used their name tags. We had one kid in Pri 4 whose name was "Nut 3" , apparently there were 3 kids with the same name, so it became Nut 1, Nut 2, Nut 3. Hahaha.
Oh noo...so many stories...hmm let me think..
The kids are very cute. They are very polite. The kindergarten kids did 'Wai' (put the palms together and greet other people) and bowed to the floor while they were sitting every time we entered class in the morning. The kids, like other kids, like to run around, but they follow the teachers easily every time the teachers instructed them to do something.
Two kids cried on the last day we were there... :( One of the kids, held my arm and told other kids that I am her mom. (Don't think that I look old!) But I do think there might be sth with her mom coz when she wrote card, she wrote "I love Father, I love P' Lea (another volunteer, I love P'Ninda).
The people in Nakhon Ngayok were very helpful, especially Ajarn Aurapan, the principal :)
I just love Thailand..and the kids too :):) It hurt me when they asked me whether I'll come back one day, I just could say that I'm not sure.
Will pray for you, Nong... :)
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