With every week of ESL camp, my resources get downgraded.
When I came to Saipan to teach, I started out with a nice big classroom full of colorful posters and even some teaching materials. In my ignorance, I bemoaned the lack of a curriculum.
That was back when I still had construction paper and dry erase markers.
Sometime during week 3, I was moved to a classroom with twelve desks. I had fifteen students at that time. We crammed them in. I paid what seemed like an exorbitant amount for dry-erase markers and a few teaching materials.
Today, school started officially and I got a classroom that reminds me of a tiny airplane. It seats 10, five single-file desks in a line on each side. There’s a bookshelf that moonlights as a door; a row of actual built-in shelves rotates in the wall to open into an adjoining room. Narnia isn’t on the other side. I checked.
It’s far enough from the office that I have no internet connection, but the aircon works, so I’m not complaining.
One more week here. A few more days of teaching ESL classes, then another of those infinitely long days with several long flights and almost-as-long layovers to take me back to my home in Greenville, SC.
I’ll miss the ocean. The sunsets. Many of the people. I’m starting to realize that making friends an ocean away from home is much like asking for a less-than-happy ending.