去西方小乡村教孩子们学英语作文

My Big Adventure Teaching English

Last summer, I had the most amazing adventure! My parents told me we were going on a special trip to a small village in the countryside far away from our city. I was really excited because we never go anywhere too far from home.

When we got there after a long car ride, I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything looked so different from where I live! The houses were small and old with gardens and farm animals wandering around. There were lots of trees, fields, and open spaces instead of tall buildings, traffic, and crowds of people. The air smelled so fresh and clean. I felt like I had stepped back in time!

My mom explained that we were going to be volunteering to teach English to the kids in the village school for two weeks. I was a little nervous because I had never taught anything before. But my parents said the children were really eager to learn and that it would be fun.

The first day, we went to the little schoolhouse. It only had two classrooms joined together with a courtyard in the middle. As soon as we arrived, a group of kids ran out yelling \"The

English teachers are here! The English teachers are here!\" They were so excited to see us.

The teacher brought us inside to meet the two classes of students. There were about 15 kids in each class, aged 6 to 10 years old. Some looked a bit shy but most had huge smiles plastered across their faces. They all introduced themselves to us in seriously impressive English!

\"Hello! My name is Amelie. I am 8 years old. It's wonderful to meet you!\"

\"Hi there! I'm Marco and this is my friend Luis. We are both 7.\"

Their English was way better than my French (which is the other language we have to learn at my school back home). I felt a little embarrassed that some of these village kids living in the middle of nowhere could speak such good English while I can barely string a sentence together in French after 4 years of classes. But I needn't have worried...

The first few days, we just played games with them to practice simple English vocabulary and phrases. We brought toys, did arts and crafts, sang songs, and played outside. I was amazed how quickly the younger kids were able to pick up new words

and expressions, just from us repeating them over and over again in fun ways.

For the older kids, we focused more on conversations, reading, and writing. Even though their English skills were already quite good, they loved learning new slang, idioms, and expressions to sound more like native speakers. We taught them cool phrases like \"That's lit!\" and \"You're killing it!\" Which they figured out meant something was really good or awesome. The best part was when we split into small groups so each kid could practice speaking English one-on-one with us. We asked them questions about their lives, families, favorite games and activities. And they asked us lots of questions too!

\"Why is your hair blonde like sunlight? Nobody here has that color.\"

\"Do you truly have 2 bathroomsinside your house back home?\"

\"What does democracy mean and why is it important?\" Some of their questions were surprising and made me realize how different our worlds are. I took for granted having basic things like indoor plumbing that many kids here had never

experienced. Or the ideas of elections, freedoms, and human rights that seem normal to me.

As the days went on, I formed special bonds with the kids in my small group. Sure, there was a bit of a language barrier sometimes. But we figured out how to pantomime, draw pictures, and use the translation apps on our phones to understand each other pretty well.

Luis was an 8-year-old goofball who always had some silly joke or prank up his sleeve to make us laugh. Camilla was 7 and incredibly sweet - she gave me a handwritten card before I left, telling me I was \"perfecta\" (I think she meant perfect!). Tomas was 10 and wise beyond his years; he wanted to be a teacher someday too.

I noticed some of the kids didn't have proper shoes or clothes. Most of their parents were farmers or day laborers without much money. Our trip coordinator explained that we could bring extra supplies to donate like pens, notebooks, books, clothes, and hygiene items for the families in need. I was proud that my parents and I could help out in that small way.

In the evenings after classes ended, we got to experience a bit of village life ourselves. We watched the older students tendingto animals and crops in the fields. We saw women

making fresh bread, tortillas, and stew over open fires in their homes (which had no electricity or appliances). It seemed like such a simple way of living, but everybody looked content. On our last night, the whole village threw us a farewell party! There was a huge potluck dinner with foods I had never tried before. An older man played guitar while others danced traditional folk dances and sang songs in their native language (which has been spoken in that region for centuries). Some of the braver kids grabbed our hands and tried to get us to dance too - I haven't laughed that hard in ages!

When it was time to go, it was so hard to say goodbye. Camilla and a few others had tears in their eyes as we hugged them one final time. Marco made me promise to find him on WhatsApp so we could keep practicing English together over video chat. I knew I would miss these new friends terribly. Looking back, those two short weeks ended up meaning so much more to me than just a little volunteer project. I got a window into how others live in a completely different culture and community than my own. I made connections with kids who have so little compared to me, yet who are some of the happiest, most joyful people I've ever met.

Mostly, I walked away with a deeper appreciation for education and access to opportunities that I've always taken for granted. Getting an education is something I used to just see as long days stuck in a classroom, dealing with homework, teachers, grades, and all the stresses that come with that. But now I realize how incredible it is that I've had the chance to become literate, learn multiple languages, and develop a wealth of knowledge - when many kids around the world don't even get to attend school at all.

This trip reminded me that being able to read, write, communicate, problem-solve, and think critically shouldn't be Rights that every child deserves. An education is a precious gift that can open up amazing paths we may never imagined for ourselves.

I feel so lucky that I got to travel to that village, meet those incredible kids, and experience how much they cherished every little thing we taught them. Knowing how eager they were to soak up any knowledge and opportunity really inspired me. It made me want to work that much harder on my own studies and become \"perfecta\" at speaking multiple languages too!

I may have gone there to teach, but I think those amazing kids from the village ended up teaching me even more invaluable life lessons. It was an experience I'll never forget.