Last week saw another first. Jorge is/was one of my students. (I was pronouncing it the Spanish way--oddly enough the way it is spelled--until about 3 weeks into school when his mom dropped him off and said, "good-bye George". Oh, okay. That would explain the lack of response those first few weeks.) Anyway, I thought it would be good to have the class work with a 2nd/3rd grade class on a reading activity. Well, I set Jorge up with a boy that I knew spoke English. He was also the biggest kid in the class--and probably in the school. I didn't know at the time that for some reason Jorge is terrified of big kids--of course... This started him crying on Monday, and he literally cried almost every minute he was in school for the next 8 days of class. At that point his mom met with the principal where the problem was discussed, and his fear of tall people came out. His mom actually requested that he get a shorter teacher. He did--at the pre-school. So he'll be back for more next year. I'll warn the next teacher to invest in flats.
The next day saw the arrival of Jason, a boy fresh off the farm in Mexico. While Jason seems smart, I don't know if his name is in fact Jason. Or maybe he doesn't know that is his name. I was thinking for a while maybe it is like when Chinese families give their kids American names like Helen or John. Does Jason seem Mexican to you? But I asked and that is supposedly not the case. All I know is, I say Jason, and there isn't a glimmer of reaction. Maybe his name is pronounced George. I'll have to try that.
As far as other things go, I think my level of patience for idiots has totally evaporated. Somehow I have met the same man (who lives in two different bodies) that drives me crazy in both SF and SJ. This is not the good crazy. They are v-ball people of the sort that love to tell you and everyone else what they are doing wrong, when they in fact are lousy players, slow and make bad decisions. This is not helped by my being a female and these men being O-L-D and pigs. So I have to say I did feel a certain degree of satisfaction when I nailed the guy in the gut earlier tonight. Not on purpose, but sometimes God just gives me a little bit of satisfaction. Can I hear an Amen?!
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Interesting how the sucky players with the big egos feel the need to distract and deflect the truth that they SUCK by telling others how bad they play. How's that for intense? Ha ha.
I can only imagine Ping's response to your section on Jason not responding to his name. Oy.
Keep scaring the pants off the short kids, Krin.
Amen George!!
I'd love to come back with some cute things the kids at my school did, but all I'm getting is the little guy who painted his hand with black and orange paint (not part of the activity) and smeared it (on purpose) on my back.
My apricot colored shirt choice that day not a wise one.
I try to look at the bright side of things when I'm with a tall person.
~they'll tell you if your part is straight
~the can see when the top of the fridge needs cleaning
~they can get items from the top shelf without me needing to grab a step ladder or a chopstick to prove man's use of tools separates us from the apes (at least the lesser ones--chimpanzes use sticks to get ants out of anthills..)
~they are easy to spot if you get separated in a crowd
~their longer gait makes me burn more calories keeping up with them...
well, I could go on for at least another one or two things, but what would I write next time?
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