“I like to paint. I don’t like to think.”
“Your hair is crazy, but it is still beautiful.”
“Miss Martin! This is YOUR hair!”
--No denying that one. Curly and orange. Kind of stands out.
After my student read a note of love given to him by a female admirer from the other class:
"I knew it! I knew she would love me. I knew it, Miss Martin. But, she doesn’t even write straight lines. Her words are all running together. I can’t read them.”
"How did you know she would love you?"
“She was in my class last year and we played a lot together.”
After a student went missing for some length of time, I went to search him out in the bathroom.
This was at the beginning of the year and his English abilities were not so great. There were times when he wouldn't even respond to his English name because he wasn't used to recognizing it yet.
I stood in the doorway of the bathroom and called out for him. I heard a sound. Not wanting to intrude upon his privacy I asked if he needed help.
No response. He couldn't understand my question. I tried to offer my assistance again. No response. I let him know that I was going when one of the stall doors opened to reveal the 5-year-old Korean boy sitting on the toilet helplessly trying to figure out how to clean his booty and throw away the tissue.
The poor guy started whining and indicating that he needed help.
With what did he need help?
Hmmm...
What does a teacher do in such a situation, but what is needed?
To his delight, the young boy was finally able to get off the toilet. He seemed to be confused as to how to flush the toilet. (Why, I don't know.) But we worked through the situation with some acting and enunciated English and returned to our classroom -- cleaned booty and all.
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