mercredi 9 juin 2010

You Know You've Mastered the Language When...

Usually, the students I teach last on Tuesday are engaged and witty. Today, however, was a constant battle for productivity. They came in wanting to "just talk" and promised me they "wouldn't tell" the school's director. Touching. They coaxed, and cajoled... and I kept plowing through the material. We were reading an article on David Beckham, and the text was supported with pictures. I'd developed a sudden interest for soccer and no sodden 15 year-old could vie for my attention for very long.

At one point, we were getting through a discussion worksheet that had the students address Beckham’s feelings through the media outlash that surrounded his move to Spain. They had to scour through an autobiographical text and come up with examples of his emotional turmoil.

Usually quite animated, our exchanges tonight were lackadaisical. Beck’s darling blue eyes didn’t have the same effect on them as he had on me, I guess.

‘Teacher! I think he was anxious.”

-Okay, what else?

“He was nervous, and excited.”

“He was sad.”

“He was depressed.”

-Sure. But, come on! What ELSE?! Put yourself in his place… You’ve just left your country, you’re a world-renowned celebrity, and nothing you do is going right! How DO-YOU-THINK-HE-FELT?

‘Teacher! I think he was like a teenage boy: his feelings always going up, and down, just like a rollercoaster…”

-Ahh…now we’re talking. Very poetic, Daniel. Well-said.

“Or”,
pipes the very same Daniel, “he just very badly wanted to use a four-letter word.”


These are the days of my life. 8)

1 commentaires:

PPower a dit...

Hahaha I love it. Let me tell you, sister, I would have been on the same page as you. That David Beckham is one hot piece of nature...