it's been about two months now.
i've been volunteering at aiwa, teaching english once a week to korean immigrant women. and although i'm still traumatized by my first grade teacher (mrs. binkley.. grrr) and the FROG INCIDENT, i now have so much more respect for teachers.

i still have a lot to learn about teaching. the times which are the hardest for me are after i've explained something and then ask if there are any questions. the silence that usually follows absolutely kills me. each second feels like an hour as i look over the students expectantly and they look down, avoiding eye contact.

...

eee.. it's very, very hard.

but one nice thing is that i'm really starting to enjoy getting to know the women that i'm teaching. they're all older ladies, and although there's still the language barrier i want so much to know them better. it's hard.. but i'll stick it out for now. i think i'll be okay.