The unfortunate thing about teaching A level students is that most of them have the English ability to argue about...well just about anything. None of my classes are so bad as my 3-1 class. The smartest of the 3rd grade students are in this class and they NEVER let up.
A couple of weeks ago they had to prove that Canada was NOT the second largest country in the world. Today told me that my french numbers were wrong and that the price of a wii was not 200,000\ but 300,000\ to the point that they wanted to look it up on the internet just to prove me wrong.
These kids in particular will argue until they're blue in the face.
I'm glad I was never like that....
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Physical Education
I stopped today to notice a PE class in action. This is what I saw:
Most of what looked like 70 kids were playing soccer...sort of. A few were playing basketball, a few more were playing baseball. Some were wandering around aimlessly from group to group and still others were chicken fighting, trying to knock each other down into a puddle. The rest of the students were sitting at the sidelines of the soccer field just having a jolly good time and doing their own thing.
While all this chaos was happening the PE teacher (the drill sergeant man from yesterday) was biking around the track, over and over and over again.
At least they were all having a good time.
Most of what looked like 70 kids were playing soccer...sort of. A few were playing basketball, a few more were playing baseball. Some were wandering around aimlessly from group to group and still others were chicken fighting, trying to knock each other down into a puddle. The rest of the students were sitting at the sidelines of the soccer field just having a jolly good time and doing their own thing.
While all this chaos was happening the PE teacher (the drill sergeant man from yesterday) was biking around the track, over and over and over again.
At least they were all having a good time.
Scategories
I played Scategories with my 2nd grade middle schoolers today.
One of the first letters was R. One of the categories was snack. A group listed "rice drink". When I stopped the students said, "it's a traditional Korean drink." So I allowed it.
The next letter was T and one of the categories was colour. Along with 'titanium blue' (which I allowed) one of the teams had chosen 'tree colour'.
When I saw it I asked, "what kind of colour is tree colour?"
Student: "Teacher, it is a Korean tradition colour."
Smartass.
One of the first letters was R. One of the categories was snack. A group listed "rice drink". When I stopped the students said, "it's a traditional Korean drink." So I allowed it.
The next letter was T and one of the categories was colour. Along with 'titanium blue' (which I allowed) one of the teams had chosen 'tree colour'.
When I saw it I asked, "what kind of colour is tree colour?"
Student: "Teacher, it is a Korean tradition colour."
Smartass.
Friends and Spoons
At school I usually eat lunch in the cafeteria. When selecting that just perfect place to sit I usually opt for somewhere as close as I can get to another English teacher/speaker. Today I turned from the lunch line to see my co-teacher sit at the end of the table, with the nurse lady beside her and a PE teacher across from the nurse. I stood for a minute, perplexed. The PE teacher is a little scary, very intimidating, and resembles some sort of military officer...maybe the boot camp kind that yells at people all the time.
Seeing my confusion, he looked at me, glared, whacked table on the spot beside him, and said, "Sit."
I sat.
He said, "My friend", pointing at me.
I nodded.
Later in the afternoon I stole upstairs to the music room for a bit of peace and quiet. It was still lunch time but the students were in their classrooms watching a movie so I figured I wouldn't be disturbed.
I was wrong. A student wandered in, a third grader who is not my student, but seems nice enough. I stopped briefly to chat with him. This was his story:
Me: How are you?
Hwang Gyu: Very bad.
Me: Why?
HG: Head, hurt.
Me: Do you have a headache?
HG: No.
Me: Well what happened?
HG: Teacher, hit. Father.
Me: Your father hit you? Why?
HG: Teacher, father and me, fight. Hit head with spoon. Whack! (claps hands together and makes appropriate noises)
He promptly showed me the spot where he was hit and wandered off again. When I saw him later and asked if he had had lunch he said, " No. Head hurt."
Seeing my confusion, he looked at me, glared, whacked table on the spot beside him, and said, "Sit."
I sat.
He said, "My friend", pointing at me.
I nodded.
Later in the afternoon I stole upstairs to the music room for a bit of peace and quiet. It was still lunch time but the students were in their classrooms watching a movie so I figured I wouldn't be disturbed.
I was wrong. A student wandered in, a third grader who is not my student, but seems nice enough. I stopped briefly to chat with him. This was his story:
Me: How are you?
Hwang Gyu: Very bad.
Me: Why?
HG: Head, hurt.
Me: Do you have a headache?
HG: No.
Me: Well what happened?
HG: Teacher, hit. Father.
Me: Your father hit you? Why?
HG: Teacher, father and me, fight. Hit head with spoon. Whack! (claps hands together and makes appropriate noises)
He promptly showed me the spot where he was hit and wandered off again. When I saw him later and asked if he had had lunch he said, " No. Head hurt."
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