Last Saturday, I had one night class. One night class is usually a cause for celebration because it usually means you teach an early class and have the rest of the night free. This past Saturday though, I had a late class. However, despite the horrible timing, I was excited to go. This class is one of my highest and it’s refreshing to be able to talk at a normal pace with them. The lesson was on “jobs” which is not the most exciting lesson but they were worked hard and did all I asked of them. With forty five minutes left in class, as we were going to move on to one of our last activities, one of the students asked me an off topic question. My answer to that question sparked a follow-up question which lead to even more questions…mostly about my future husband and if I will marry a Vietnamese or American man. Forty five minutes turned into an hour…way past the end time of the class but no one seemed to mind. One student even commented that that night was his favorite so far. Sometimes I get down on myself about my teaching but I know it’s just the Enemy trying to break me because he knows I have made an impact. (I will get a picture of them soon)
After such a wonderful class, Lily and I met our friend Duy for coffee. His English is so stinking good and each time we hang out it has been a blast. He is definitely one of the people I will miss the most.
The next night, three of my students and their friends, took Lily and I to the beach where we ate sushi and played games. The girl who invited me out was a student that I had skipped over in class. Out of a class of students that hardly talked anyway, she was mute. I really didn’t know her speaking ability until the last night of class. It was that class too, that she came up to me and asked if she could make me dinner sometime. I was surprised but excited to know that she hadn’t felt passed over. She obviously felt like we made enough of a connection to invite me to dinner and I am glad she extended the offer because we got to spend quality time together, making fools of ourselves as we played games on the beach.
Something that I find so interesting about this culture is the times of the day that they go to the beach….before the sun comes up and when the sun goes down. It’s so weird to go to the beach on a perfectly sunny day and not see ANYONE there and if there are Vietnamese people there, they are under umbrellas, taking naps.
Cute little boy with toilet paper up his nose
I think they do this when they do their exercises...it helps them keep stable?
I don't even know how to explain this
The hills were so beautiful
Other things that have been great about the past few weeks….I got my visa extended! Nicky’s guy friends came into town! Our house cleaner gave us the sweetest gifts…one being a CD case that says, “Praise the L0rd Always,” and a shirt that says, “J*sus is L0rd”. I wish I knew more Vietnamese to be able to talk to her because she really is an amazing woman.
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