I have a fifth grader who kisses me everyday after class.
The first time, I had told her I liked her grasshopper eraser while I was
walking around checking their work. I mean, this is the coolest eraser I’ve
ever seen; it’s a life-size fucking grasshopper. I said 我喜欢这个, and after class she told me to have
it. I refused but she insisted, and now I have this cool-ass eraser. Anyway,
then she asked, ‘wo keyi wen yi xia ma?’ Me thinking it was the 问问题的问, so I was like sure! I love
questions. But no, she meant 亲吻的吻 and kissed
my cheek, saying ‘I love you’ in English. I asked my local teacher friends if
this was normal and they just shrugged. Now she doesn’t even ask: she waits
for all the other kids to file out while trying to make small talk, and then
kisses me before I even have the chance to say ‘I’m fine thanks.’ It’s bizarre
and probably sweet, but when your whole relationship revolves around kisses and
I love yous, it feels pretty cheap, you know?
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Saturday, October 25, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Reppin' the Imperialists with One Choice Fashion Accessory
A good friend came to 听课 and snapped these photos of my 6th(1) class. I love when people come to observe because my kids behave like little pups. Featuring my dearest, most beloved, functional smartboard.
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This girl is so smart, so sassy, and such a leader. She has a better command of the classroom than I do. |
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That moment when I realize I'm completely unqualified as a teacher |
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TPR for "is" |
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These kids are awesome, but never have I ever seen them all paying attention unless there's a video camera behind them. |
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TPR for "tofu" |
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