I've got some new classes this semester now, and it is always interesting to see what sort of things they ask me. This time, there was no 'how tall are you?' just 'how old are you?' questions. When I told them 23, they all looked shocked, aparently I look 13 now with my haircut. Huh. That's just great.
Tuesday afternoons are always interesting because the room which was assigned to me by the school is nearly always taken by another teacher. I have to wander around the English hallway and hope to find an empty classroom. Today, no such luck, so I went down to the office where this type of logistical planning is supposed to managed. I had 9 students following me around like ducklings. 20 minutes later, we finally got a room in the basement that seriously resembled a prison. Fortunately, I was holding the keys.
PS- Mom- I went ahead and changed the language to English and changed the security on the comments link so that you do not have to have a gmail account to leave a few words!
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