twelve students dancing
I’ve been very bad about writing lately. Sorry. I think I’m getting used to the place a little, and there just aren’t as many wonders waiting around every corner. Or at least there don’t seem to be. I probably just need to wake up and open my eyes.
I dreamt last night of writing a blog entry entitled “Seven swans a-sleeping,” as in my dream I kept running into dens of sleeping swans. This is perhaps brought on by my teaching students “The Twelve Days of Christmas” all week. I felt justified in doing this as my French teacher not only made us sing two French Christmas songs before going on with class every day in December, she made us get up and dance during the instrumentals. And far from being the kind of thing to which people normally get their groove on today, these “instrumentals” closely resembled the tinkling of a music box. So naturally, we all had to rise (“Levez-vous! Levez-vous, tout le monde!” I can still here it today), place one finger on our heads, and turn slowly in the fashion of music box ballerinas. Yes, even the guys. Not that there were many, it being French class, but still…
Anyway, I am not so cruel. And I’ve been taking a lot of time out to encourage things like “On the fourTH day of Christmas,” rather than the prevalent “On the force day of Christmas” (perhaps that’s what the Jedi sing during their winter holiday…There was a movie about that, wasn’t there? Anyone want to fill me in?)
I’ve found new inspiration to work on pronunciation…It really is vitally important.
One of the teachers (really an English English teacher) was telling us about how one day he was asking his English class what they wanted out of life. And one of the girls said “happiness.” Only she put the accent on the middle syllable. And didn’t pronounce the “h.” You figure out the rest.
I kid you not.
The teacher said he nearly dropped his chalk before the French error systems dawned on him, and then the poor sweet innocent thing couldn’t figure out why he was laughing so hard.
Later he went on to work on the screenplay for Hot Shots.
Ok, there I’m kidding you.
I dreamt last night of writing a blog entry entitled “Seven swans a-sleeping,” as in my dream I kept running into dens of sleeping swans. This is perhaps brought on by my teaching students “The Twelve Days of Christmas” all week. I felt justified in doing this as my French teacher not only made us sing two French Christmas songs before going on with class every day in December, she made us get up and dance during the instrumentals. And far from being the kind of thing to which people normally get their groove on today, these “instrumentals” closely resembled the tinkling of a music box. So naturally, we all had to rise (“Levez-vous! Levez-vous, tout le monde!” I can still here it today), place one finger on our heads, and turn slowly in the fashion of music box ballerinas. Yes, even the guys. Not that there were many, it being French class, but still…
Anyway, I am not so cruel. And I’ve been taking a lot of time out to encourage things like “On the fourTH day of Christmas,” rather than the prevalent “On the force day of Christmas” (perhaps that’s what the Jedi sing during their winter holiday…There was a movie about that, wasn’t there? Anyone want to fill me in?)
I’ve found new inspiration to work on pronunciation…It really is vitally important.
One of the teachers (really an English English teacher) was telling us about how one day he was asking his English class what they wanted out of life. And one of the girls said “happiness.” Only she put the accent on the middle syllable. And didn’t pronounce the “h.” You figure out the rest.
I kid you not.
The teacher said he nearly dropped his chalk before the French error systems dawned on him, and then the poor sweet innocent thing couldn’t figure out why he was laughing so hard.
Later he went on to work on the screenplay for Hot Shots.
Ok, there I’m kidding you.
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