The second round of English Camp has now come and gone, and it was just as exciting. The surprise of sharing a room with students, painfully loud karaoke and required hawaiian shirt uniforms were all gone, but that didn't keep this English Camp from being equally entertaining.
For one, I was no longer allowed to work with Koreana. The Thai teachers decided to split up the pairs of teachers and reassign us people to work with. Koreana now had to work with Simon and I was with Paul. Why? We don't know. The other four teachers still had the same groups. So we smiled and did as we were told. Paul and I made up new games and prepared for the meeting at 9, no 1, no 2, no 11. Well, it happened at some point during the day.
During the meeting new shirts were discussed. Our pink and blue hawaiian shirts from the last English Camp were okay, but the teachers decided we should get a new style of the blue one. This conversation lasted about 15 minutes. It was ridiculous. So Paul and I played tic tac toe. When the teachers finally agreed on the type of shirt and color they asked for sizes. Considering my last shirt was an XL and absolutely humongous, I decided to ask for an L. Everyone seemed to accept that answer... until Teacher Lawan found out. She told me that she wears an L, so there is no way that I wear an L. I told her, "no problem. I wear what size you think!" Yes, I dumb down my English here.
She had me try on a mens L, and decided that it fit me well. I thought she was joking. But why did I have to wear a men's shirt now? Oh, okay okay. So she handed me the women's L. And look at that! It fit! Later that afternoon I was told that my shirt was on my desk. I picked it up and headed home. And then I realized I had been given a women's XXL. Welcome to my life.
On the way to English Camp I came prepared with a variety of Disney movies. And luckily, it beat out karaoke in the vote. Everything was going just right. Paul and I had been assigned to the back of the bus. We sat in the very last row with one of my students while all of the students very quietly watched the movie. My student was acting a little funny, but that seemed about par for him. When we were about 20 minutes from the resort it happened. My student threw up. Everywhere. Paul shifted to the opposite side of the seat while I made a run for a plastic bag and tissues. Ew. The worst part was, when we finally arrived at the resort, Ken wasn't given the opportunity to change! He ran around in throw up pants all day!
English Camp was about average. I had a crier around bed time, but the kids were exhausted and passed out. I was forced to sing my camp songs and basically secure my spot as MC for next year's camps. I was also forced to take part in the sack race. Twice I had to jump into an almost empty sack of sugar to hop around the room. Luckily, I am very talented, and I won both times. My Thai teacher came up to me after the races and said, "Meaghan, you very good in sack." "Well, thanks. I have been told that before." If only they knew what they were saying. Teacher Tuey came up to me later and said, "Oooohh, you very good in the sack." "Thank you. I have had some practice." Heck, if you have a language barrier to deal with, you might as well have fun with it!
For one, I was no longer allowed to work with Koreana. The Thai teachers decided to split up the pairs of teachers and reassign us people to work with. Koreana now had to work with Simon and I was with Paul. Why? We don't know. The other four teachers still had the same groups. So we smiled and did as we were told. Paul and I made up new games and prepared for the meeting at 9, no 1, no 2, no 11. Well, it happened at some point during the day.
During the meeting new shirts were discussed. Our pink and blue hawaiian shirts from the last English Camp were okay, but the teachers decided we should get a new style of the blue one. This conversation lasted about 15 minutes. It was ridiculous. So Paul and I played tic tac toe. When the teachers finally agreed on the type of shirt and color they asked for sizes. Considering my last shirt was an XL and absolutely humongous, I decided to ask for an L. Everyone seemed to accept that answer... until Teacher Lawan found out. She told me that she wears an L, so there is no way that I wear an L. I told her, "no problem. I wear what size you think!" Yes, I dumb down my English here.
She had me try on a mens L, and decided that it fit me well. I thought she was joking. But why did I have to wear a men's shirt now? Oh, okay okay. So she handed me the women's L. And look at that! It fit! Later that afternoon I was told that my shirt was on my desk. I picked it up and headed home. And then I realized I had been given a women's XXL. Welcome to my life.
On the way to English Camp I came prepared with a variety of Disney movies. And luckily, it beat out karaoke in the vote. Everything was going just right. Paul and I had been assigned to the back of the bus. We sat in the very last row with one of my students while all of the students very quietly watched the movie. My student was acting a little funny, but that seemed about par for him. When we were about 20 minutes from the resort it happened. My student threw up. Everywhere. Paul shifted to the opposite side of the seat while I made a run for a plastic bag and tissues. Ew. The worst part was, when we finally arrived at the resort, Ken wasn't given the opportunity to change! He ran around in throw up pants all day!
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