May 13th: kick vs. cake and allergy woes
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 239
In the first class, I had to kick out Sleepy LaBeef because he refused to give any information about his mother. I had to make an example of him or else every student would bypass the exercise by saying "secret." Very Angry was in good spirits today and when I asked what he gave his mother on Mother's Day, he replied, "kick."
"What?"
"A kick."
"Kick? You're a bad son!"
I wrote "kick" on the board and he shook his head. "No, no. no. 'C-A.'"
Ah. "Cake?"
The students nodded in unison. I laughed. Very Angry asked, "What is?" pointing at the K word. I demonstrated and the whole class barked a hyena chorus of mirth. "Yes, you do not want to give your mother a kick for Mother's Day. That would be very boo hao."
The day was damp and somewhat filthy. My allergies were bumping. I had uncontrollable sneezing fits and coughed my way through some classes. Spring time in Haimen is rife with pollen, but we also get a wind off the river, which inevitably carries the dust and pollution of the factories lining it. Class 8 had its fair share of coughers as well. I guess it's just a fact of life.
Class 7 had me give them English names, so I doled out Ellen, Sandra and Tabitha to join Bill and Pepto. Class 8 had me sing "All Together Now," "Wishy Washy Washer Woman," and two choruses of "We Will Rock You" before I could depart. They wanted me to sing "Titanic song" and a girl came up, put an mp3 headphone to my ear, but I'd sooner drag my scrotum across six miles of broken glass than belt out that repugnant track.
Classes over, I straightened my room a bit, listened to some CDs Dana had sent me, waited for the clouds to stop deploying their droplet paratroopers. I rode out to Shishan Lu, picked up some DVDs, then on to Times for some hot toddy ingredients (what better to soothe a throat under duress?) ran into Mike who was content to ride his bike further into the rain.
The tree place was out of everything we enjoyed, so we got some tent fare. I had already eaten a little at our mess hall, so I nibbled the big hash brown thing. We watched "Toy Story 2" (although the cover read "Yoy Story 2") and I fell asleep at the climax, rockabyed by whiskey and honey.
In the first class, I had to kick out Sleepy LaBeef because he refused to give any information about his mother. I had to make an example of him or else every student would bypass the exercise by saying "secret." Very Angry was in good spirits today and when I asked what he gave his mother on Mother's Day, he replied, "kick."
"What?"
"A kick."
"Kick? You're a bad son!"
I wrote "kick" on the board and he shook his head. "No, no. no. 'C-A.'"
Ah. "Cake?"
The students nodded in unison. I laughed. Very Angry asked, "What is?" pointing at the K word. I demonstrated and the whole class barked a hyena chorus of mirth. "Yes, you do not want to give your mother a kick for Mother's Day. That would be very boo hao."
The day was damp and somewhat filthy. My allergies were bumping. I had uncontrollable sneezing fits and coughed my way through some classes. Spring time in Haimen is rife with pollen, but we also get a wind off the river, which inevitably carries the dust and pollution of the factories lining it. Class 8 had its fair share of coughers as well. I guess it's just a fact of life.
Class 7 had me give them English names, so I doled out Ellen, Sandra and Tabitha to join Bill and Pepto. Class 8 had me sing "All Together Now," "Wishy Washy Washer Woman," and two choruses of "We Will Rock You" before I could depart. They wanted me to sing "Titanic song" and a girl came up, put an mp3 headphone to my ear, but I'd sooner drag my scrotum across six miles of broken glass than belt out that repugnant track.
Classes over, I straightened my room a bit, listened to some CDs Dana had sent me, waited for the clouds to stop deploying their droplet paratroopers. I rode out to Shishan Lu, picked up some DVDs, then on to Times for some hot toddy ingredients (what better to soothe a throat under duress?) ran into Mike who was content to ride his bike further into the rain.
The tree place was out of everything we enjoyed, so we got some tent fare. I had already eaten a little at our mess hall, so I nibbled the big hash brown thing. We watched "Toy Story 2" (although the cover read "Yoy Story 2") and I fell asleep at the climax, rockabyed by whiskey and honey.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 5/13/2005 07:57:00 PM ]
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