Working together to overcome difficulties

   To fully utilize their professional expertise, the "Sailing" social practice team conducted a handicraft class in the classroom on the morning of July 13th. The main activity was using common leaves and the children's imaginations to cut and paste them into their favorite shapes. Before class, the team members were worried about what to do if they finished teaching the material before the class ended. However, seeing how enthusiastic the students were about the craft class, they realized their worries were unnecessary. Seeing the diverse creations of

  the students, even a team member aspiring to be a teacher couldn't help but admire the children's thinking. Perhaps as we grow up, our thinking becomes limited. Like in Jimmy Liao's comics, the world of children is boundless, while the adult world is confined by reality. We dare not imagine, we are unwilling to create; we can't imagine that cut leaves can be pieced together into so many beautiful patterns, or that a snake much smaller than an elephant can swallow a large one. During our rural teaching experience, the team members realized that the classroom was more than just a process of us teaching them; the students themselves inspired us in countless ways, touching us with their innocence. One class, for example, had students give their handmade flowers to their favorite teachers after class. The students may not have understood that after ten days, we might never see them again; they expressed their affection openly, while we remained timid and hesitant. Before going to the countryside, the team members had heard that after ten days, we would be reluctant to part with these students, and even though it was hard work, we would cherish the days we spent together.

  On the third day of our rural teaching assignment, we were making progress together. It was so good to meet you all.

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