There was a point.

So here I sit pondering why do I even bother? I know the answer to that though. Because God said for me to. My only "job" tonight was to come up with an activity that had to do about peer pressure. The lesson Robert was teaching was about the peer pressure that Rack, Shack, and Benny faced when they were asked to bow before a huge idol. {No, those are not the Biblical names. Those are the Veggie Tales Names. So sue me, I needed a laugh just now!}

Well, my activity went like this: I didn't allow anybody into the room until everybody was here. I told them to go in and do the worksheet that was on the table. I had set up one of the very low children's tables with colouring sheets and crayons. I wanted it to appear that I wanted them to sit at that table and colour. It worked. There was a lot of grumbling, but eventually one boy sat down and the rest followed suit. I left the room for a bit to see if they would really start colouring. I came back and all but one of the boys had started colouring. My plan was to wait it out to see how long it would take him to "cave in" and start colouring. And then start asking questions about why he finally started colouring even though he didn't want to.

Just as he(A) did start colouring, one of the other boys(B) said he was finished. Well B got up and starting playing with a football (soccer ball for those of you in the states). So, I majorly "dropped the ball" by focusing my attention on on boy B instead of boy A. Then it all snowballed from there. The two boys starting arguing about how B should listen to me when I asked him to stop playing and sit down. Then just mass chaos ensued. I lost control of all four of the boys. At which point I went and told Robert to start his lesson because I was getting no where. While they were with Robert I went and prayed for peace.

This assignment is proving to be harder and harder every time we do something. There's no discipline in any of the boys. I don't know if that's because of their parents discipline style at home or just a pure disrespect of "authority figures." Either way, I'm learning more and more that teaching is not for me. I have no patience with kids that don't have some basic idea of how to do what an adult in charge tells them to do. Is that something that can be learnt?

Man, every time here lately I've blogged I've been upset. I not that miserable. Things with my host family are much better. We haven't had a talk about it yet, but both sides appear to be happy. I'm interacting with them as much as possible. I talk to them more. I see them more. I'm not in my room anywhere near as much. So, I'm taking that as a good sign. Thank You, for helping me come out of my shell, God. At times it's a bit scary, but I know You're right there with me. Thank You.

I love you guys! I miss you all!

~Stella