It’s kinda rare, but when you feel it you want to bottle it and save it for a rainy, grumpy day.
As I watch my students during English club, I feel overwhelmed with maternal pride, warmth, and affection for these kids who have made such an impact on my life.
Several Armenian teenagers sit happily clicking away on their new Rosetta Stone programs that were generously donated by a friend of mine and finally installed after much hard work. They are so focused on the task at hand that they barely notice that I’m in the room.
“The woman,” one of them says to the computer.
“The WOOH-man,” The girl ardently repeats, hoping her voice will register this time.
“THE WOOOOOH-MAN!” She cries, and the soul-affirming Rosetta “woosh” sounds its beautiful tone as the screen lights up green. The girl beams with self-satisfaction and proceeds to the next activity.
It’s so simple, but Rosetta Stone excites these kids and significantly alters the way they learn languages. They engage with the material, track their progress, and satiate their natural curiosity while gaining technological skills as well. I watch them become responsible for their own learning and see them laugh while doing it.
It’s so simple, but Rosetta Stone excites these kids and significantly alters the way they learn languages. They engage with the material, track their progress, and satiate their natural curiosity while gaining technological skills as well. I watch them become responsible for their own learning and see them laugh while doing it.
On days like this, the burden of teaching is light and the yoke so very easy. 
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