On Fridays I teach a group of four 10 year-olds whose parents want them to excel in English. We play a lot of hang man, and I also make them sing songs. I don't think they're really excelling.
These boys are very funny, often smelling their armpits and declaring they need "Deo," or asking me how many kids I have. They can never seem to keep my personal biography straight and always ask if I'm from America or Australia. They asked this last question again on Friday (right after I read them "The Raven").
Me: I'm from America, I just told you guys that.
Them: Oh yeah! (then they kiss their first two fingers before splitting them into a peace sign, a very German soccer superstar thing.)
Me: Do you guys know what's happening in my country in a few days?
Them: (thinking, actually picking their nose) Um, a train strike?
Me: No
Them: Trash strike?
Me: No
Them: City strike?
Me: No
Them: BUS strike?
Me: No, no strikes.
Them: What? It's not a strike?
Me: No, we're voting for a new president.
*Silence*
Them: My father says the Americans are the world police.
Me: Well that's his opinion but... um, do you guys want to play hangman?
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I want to meet these little snots.
:)
I need to read this amazing blog more often.
Want to hear my mom's five-year-old story? She teaches Kindergarten, you know. And they had kid's voting. Overheard in her classroom:
"Who did you vote for?"
"McCain."
"Why? McCain is for rich people. Your parents aren't rich!"
"Don't vote for Obama because he kills babies."
"I am going to vote for Obama because he is going to end the war."
or these gems from my friend who teaches first grade in las vegas:
"if you don't vote for obama, my mom has to go back to el salvador"
"miss marshall, you can still vote for obama even though you're not brown"
"obama?! papers for everyone!"
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