Saturday morning meant I got up at my normal time and went to an in-service about a test I need to take. Yea.
Our district is pushing folks to get ESL (English as a Second Language) certified. It makes sense. The majority of the district is Hispanic and a majority of those kids have been or are considered ESL (or one of the 27 versions of ESL, but you get the idea). In the end my resume looks like Scrabble threw up on it. “I’m an ESL certified teacher with GT/ACC experience teaching ELA ….”blah blah blah. Oh TLA! (Three Letter Acronyms)
I won’t bore you with the details of the inservice, but I will tell you that I had to turn around to the “kid” sitting behind me, (ok, he was probably 23) who spent the last hour talking to his neighbor, and did my teacher smile at him. My teacher smile is comprised of a tight lipped smile with my eyebrows high and knitted together. Very clearly it is a, “WTF are you doing?” face. They stopped talking.
Some of my favorite moments with teaching is because of inadvertent humor. Students are funny, especially when they aren’t trying to be. An ESL student was reading a book out loud:
“This is a friggin’ elephant.”
“Could you say that again please?”
“This is a friggin’ elephant,” the child said while pointing to the picture.
Like he said. A friggin’ elephant