the end
HCLP (Hmong Culture and Language Program) is finally done. After two weeks of restless children and walking under the hot sun, I've gained more than just a bad tan.
The first day was kind of awkward for most kids. They were all quiet and shy. I was assigned as a fourth grade clan leader. I was excited. Until I saw my schedule. ._. It was science, tennis, and literacy (which everyone had to attend anyways). No hip hop, Hmong leaves, art, qeej, or any fun classes I was looking forward to. D: But I think the fact I didn't have those "unique" classes where the students could make fools of themselves in front of everyone let all the good kids come to my clan. :D
My clan, Mi Noog, had about 14 people in it, but the largest group I had was last week Tuesday, I think, when I had 13 of the 14 actually show up. The single class I enjoyed the most was on the day we didn't have tennis due to bad weather; we had to go to hip hop instead. (Sam's the one who I managed to catch doing the B-BOY POSE! by himself.) Most of the girls enjoyed the class, but the boys were harder to convince. They did it anyways. My skills with children. >D But I remember all of my kids and I'll miss them. Hopefully I'll see most of them next year. (But not Christian because he has to go to a different camp every two years. D<)
The next best thing to my clan was the large group we had as clan leaders (we wore red polos; the instructors wore blue). It was tiring taking all the kids around and stuff, but somehow they all managed to have enough energy to play football, fish, and/or play Guitar Hero most nights for a loooong time. ._. I'll probably bump into some people at the university, but there are some who are from Wisconsin that I know I won't see until next year.
In the morning, we'd have to wait outside to lead the bus kids to check-in and breakfast. My bus was always last. D: The first day, I only had Hispanic kids. On the second day, I was leading them again and ready to had them their name tags when I saw two little Asian kids in their midst. I wanted to shoo them away but the lady who came with them said that they were part of her group. The first day they were so cute. And then I broke them on the second day and they became devils. DDDD: But they were still cute cause they always wanted to wait for me to escort them to breakfast and whenever someone else came around they started acting shy again, even though I knew they weren't quiet and good kids like they seemed. I'll miss those kids, too, but I'm glad they're off my hands now. v_v
On the last day, yesterday, they unveiled the mural that the whole camp participated in. The camp director got a Hmong artist, who is famous for his gold leaves (which are pretty sweet 0-0), to help with the creation of the whole thing. They painted an outline on about 700 tiles placed together like a canvas, and it was our job to paint one tile. Everyone got a tile to paint; even the directors of the camp and sponsors of the camp who donated to us and the university directors who let us use their campus. :D It was absolutely awesome.
The clan leaders and staff always stay late to clean up and stuff, but yesterday was a bit different. We had to take down the mural and move it to another building on campus. Easy as it sounds, there were six large, slightly heavy panels with tiles industrial-strength glued onto them, and we were to cross the street (diagonally D:) with them. We had to be extremely careful with taking it down and taking it apart before the lifting and walking began. We managed to move it with only four tiles popping out. Nothing severe. :D
I definitely want to work there next year. Until then, I'll probably haul my sibs to their Saturday program.
The first day was kind of awkward for most kids. They were all quiet and shy. I was assigned as a fourth grade clan leader. I was excited. Until I saw my schedule. ._. It was science, tennis, and literacy (which everyone had to attend anyways). No hip hop, Hmong leaves, art, qeej, or any fun classes I was looking forward to. D: But I think the fact I didn't have those "unique" classes where the students could make fools of themselves in front of everyone let all the good kids come to my clan. :D
My clan, Mi Noog, had about 14 people in it, but the largest group I had was last week Tuesday, I think, when I had 13 of the 14 actually show up. The single class I enjoyed the most was on the day we didn't have tennis due to bad weather; we had to go to hip hop instead. (Sam's the one who I managed to catch doing the B-BOY POSE! by himself.) Most of the girls enjoyed the class, but the boys were harder to convince. They did it anyways. My skills with children. >D But I remember all of my kids and I'll miss them. Hopefully I'll see most of them next year. (But not Christian because he has to go to a different camp every two years. D<)
The next best thing to my clan was the large group we had as clan leaders (we wore red polos; the instructors wore blue). It was tiring taking all the kids around and stuff, but somehow they all managed to have enough energy to play football, fish, and/or play Guitar Hero most nights for a loooong time. ._. I'll probably bump into some people at the university, but there are some who are from Wisconsin that I know I won't see until next year.
In the morning, we'd have to wait outside to lead the bus kids to check-in and breakfast. My bus was always last. D: The first day, I only had Hispanic kids. On the second day, I was leading them again and ready to had them their name tags when I saw two little Asian kids in their midst. I wanted to shoo them away but the lady who came with them said that they were part of her group. The first day they were so cute. And then I broke them on the second day and they became devils. DDDD: But they were still cute cause they always wanted to wait for me to escort them to breakfast and whenever someone else came around they started acting shy again, even though I knew they weren't quiet and good kids like they seemed. I'll miss those kids, too, but I'm glad they're off my hands now. v_v
On the last day, yesterday, they unveiled the mural that the whole camp participated in. The camp director got a Hmong artist, who is famous for his gold leaves (which are pretty sweet 0-0), to help with the creation of the whole thing. They painted an outline on about 700 tiles placed together like a canvas, and it was our job to paint one tile. Everyone got a tile to paint; even the directors of the camp and sponsors of the camp who donated to us and the university directors who let us use their campus. :D It was absolutely awesome.
The clan leaders and staff always stay late to clean up and stuff, but yesterday was a bit different. We had to take down the mural and move it to another building on campus. Easy as it sounds, there were six large, slightly heavy panels with tiles industrial-strength glued onto them, and we were to cross the street (diagonally D:) with them. We had to be extremely careful with taking it down and taking it apart before the lifting and walking began. We managed to move it with only four tiles popping out. Nothing severe. :D
I definitely want to work there next year. Until then, I'll probably haul my sibs to their Saturday program.
posted by oskies 8:20 AM
1 Comments:
wahah Well at least it was fun sarah.
and you did something for the summer.
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