WE ARE THE BEST!..WE ARE THE BEST!..WE ARE THE BEST!...WE ARE THE HAND PRINTS..WE ARE THE BEST FOR ALL THE TIME... WE ARE THE BEST ...WE ARE THE HAND PRINTS...!!
heheh....that's the cheer for my group-The Hand Prints...i don't know why did my students named their group the hand prints...but i guess they were influenced by the programme book...there were borders of hand prints in the book and my students like the design very much and they were very excited to name themselves the hand prints....the cheer was created by shidah, my partner for the camp.thanks a lot shidah!!actually i had no idea at all for the cheer....i couldn't think of any cheer and luckily shidah created it that night before she went to sleep and taught us the next morning....heheheh....fortunately we could perform our flag (a little bit messy...heheh..)and the cheer on stage...
talking about the students...my group consists of twelve students....there are six boys and six girls in my group...they came from different feldas but they can befriend...at first they were shy and some of them are quiet...but after we had the first game they looked very cooperative and sporting...they tried to speak in english and some of them have a good command of english...i didn't have any problem in dealing with them but sometimes they were very active and out of control...they liked to play around and they couldn't sit for a long time...they jumped and mingled with each other...the most hardest part was the drama competition...the students were eager to act and they have the talent....the problem was they have to speak in english...finally...shidah and i wrote the scripts and asked them to memorize the lines...all of them were very committed and they tried to memorize the dialogue...they could act excellently but when it comes to the scripts they were not so confident...ehheheh....finally..after the hard time training them to act..they could perform the drama on sunday morning...eheheh...that was my cute boys and girls...one more thing about my students is they are very polite and every time they want to go to the toilet they asked for my permission...and called me TEACHER...
not to be forgotten in this language camp was my foster parents...they were so nice and kind...they treated me like thier own daughter and my mum was very caring...she sent me to the school early in the morning and fetched me in the evening just by riding a bike...their children are nice too...they love me very much especially the youngest brother...i still remember he didn't let me go and asked me to come again tomorrow....and he wants me to stay with them forever....hehehe...until now they keep on calling me at least once a week....just to know my condition here...going to the camp left me with a great great memories...there are so many things to remember....and i can't describe how i enjoyed the camp....;-)