April 14th: Yanni debate and broken racquets
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 210
The dreaded Thursday classes went well for the most part. Ultraman class once again proved that juinor 2 classes aren't always monstous.
Rhys and Jeni swung by for tea, cheese and pineapple (procured from the dining hall). We sat, had a lovely chat, then they pedaled on and I attempted to play piano, but some sort of desk dispersal was happening at the arts building and it was overrun with shrieking primary kids, a blur of red neckerchiefs and green tracksuits.
I went to see if the tower was open this time and it was to my delight. I went to the top and took some pictures of the surrounding rapeseed fields, intensely yellow rectangles dotting the horizon.
The first class after lunch had a 180 attitude change from the previous week. I guess they didn't want to sit quietly and do another add-a-sentence story. At the end of class, they wanted me to sing a song and shoved a music book into my hands. I told them I didn't know these songs and flipped the pages, found a picture of Yanni and cracked up. I pointed at the picture and they chimed, "Yanni." I felt it was my duty to inform them, "Yanni is bad."
They: "Yanni is good."
I: "Bad."
They: "Good."
I: "BOO HAO!"
They: "HAO!"
Then we all laughed and the bell rang. In the next class everything ground to a halt because one boy was letting the otehr kids answer for him, enabling his laziness and thus descent into bad studentdom. I had to tell them repeatedly not to tell him what to say because then he didn't learn English. I asked him what his name was and he looked to the others. I asked if he understood me and he looked to the others.
I told them in all sincerity "I know you want to help your friend. It is a nice thing to do, but when you tell him what to say, he becomes lazy. He goes 'I do not need to think, they will tell me what to say.' You are helping him become lazy when you tell him what to say. A lazy student is a bad student, ok?"
The room was so quiet you could hear cobwebs being knit. The next class was better, still had a couple students being lazy but they got the message faster than the previous class.
Afterwards, I rode up to the middle school and played badminton with Mike and Heather. Another racquet couldn't withstand Mike's swing ferocity and it the paddle part shot out of the handle and struck the clothes rack we use as a net. Like Mike said, it was lucky it didn't hit anyone. That thing bulleted.
I had a couple gin-n-icy mint Sprites and then Heather and I went to meet Erin at the hotel for dinner. She was actually in town for once and since her bike got stolen at the bus station, she had to walk and the hotel was closest. My stomach conducted a knot-tying lesson for the other organs and with each bit of pain I could name them: "Half hitch, granny, RRGGGHHH, double windsor..." Icy Mint Sprite is fired.
To our surprise and delight, the hotel actually had the chicken sandwich Andy ordered the one time. I split it with Heather and damn was it amazing. I felt bad that Mike wasn't with us, but we took pictures for posterity.
Afterwards Heather and I watched "Maverick" but I was pleasantly robbed of consciousness before the end.
The dreaded Thursday classes went well for the most part. Ultraman class once again proved that juinor 2 classes aren't always monstous.
Rhys and Jeni swung by for tea, cheese and pineapple (procured from the dining hall). We sat, had a lovely chat, then they pedaled on and I attempted to play piano, but some sort of desk dispersal was happening at the arts building and it was overrun with shrieking primary kids, a blur of red neckerchiefs and green tracksuits.
I went to see if the tower was open this time and it was to my delight. I went to the top and took some pictures of the surrounding rapeseed fields, intensely yellow rectangles dotting the horizon.
The first class after lunch had a 180 attitude change from the previous week. I guess they didn't want to sit quietly and do another add-a-sentence story. At the end of class, they wanted me to sing a song and shoved a music book into my hands. I told them I didn't know these songs and flipped the pages, found a picture of Yanni and cracked up. I pointed at the picture and they chimed, "Yanni." I felt it was my duty to inform them, "Yanni is bad."
They: "Yanni is good."
I: "Bad."
They: "Good."
I: "BOO HAO!"
They: "HAO!"
Then we all laughed and the bell rang. In the next class everything ground to a halt because one boy was letting the otehr kids answer for him, enabling his laziness and thus descent into bad studentdom. I had to tell them repeatedly not to tell him what to say because then he didn't learn English. I asked him what his name was and he looked to the others. I asked if he understood me and he looked to the others.
I told them in all sincerity "I know you want to help your friend. It is a nice thing to do, but when you tell him what to say, he becomes lazy. He goes 'I do not need to think, they will tell me what to say.' You are helping him become lazy when you tell him what to say. A lazy student is a bad student, ok?"
The room was so quiet you could hear cobwebs being knit. The next class was better, still had a couple students being lazy but they got the message faster than the previous class.
Afterwards, I rode up to the middle school and played badminton with Mike and Heather. Another racquet couldn't withstand Mike's swing ferocity and it the paddle part shot out of the handle and struck the clothes rack we use as a net. Like Mike said, it was lucky it didn't hit anyone. That thing bulleted.
I had a couple gin-n-icy mint Sprites and then Heather and I went to meet Erin at the hotel for dinner. She was actually in town for once and since her bike got stolen at the bus station, she had to walk and the hotel was closest. My stomach conducted a knot-tying lesson for the other organs and with each bit of pain I could name them: "Half hitch, granny, RRGGGHHH, double windsor..." Icy Mint Sprite is fired.
To our surprise and delight, the hotel actually had the chicken sandwich Andy ordered the one time. I split it with Heather and damn was it amazing. I felt bad that Mike wasn't with us, but we took pictures for posterity.
Afterwards Heather and I watched "Maverick" but I was pleasantly robbed of consciousness before the end.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 4/14/2005 03:08:00 AM ]
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