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Sometimes I wonder...

Why I became a Spanish teacher in the first place.

In one of my classes, I have 15 students, all kindergartners to 2nd graders. This is a lively and noisy class---full of energy and spunk.

what did Lou say to Mary Tyler Moore? Oh yeah, "I hate spunk"

I don't hate it but I'm sometimes having a difficult time getting them to wind down a bit.

Like yesterday. We learned about Muñeco de nieve. We learned the vocab for the snow, the hat, eyes, mouth, boots, mittens yada yada yada. One student took it upon himself to get creative and drew an anatomically correct snowman, then proceeded to race around the room showing the penis to all the other children while yelling the word.

Two other students came to me and, pointing to two other students, said "THEY SAID THE S WORD!!" Their little faces were full of horror, so I stepped over to the two alleged users of the bad word and and asked them if they'd used the bad word.

They hung their little heads and confessed that they had indeed used the 'S' word. I asked them why on earth they'd use such bad language in class.

The little girl, still with her head down, lifted her eyes to me and said, "I just needed to tell them to shut up".


That was the S word!!!!!

Good grief. I managed NOT to smile at that, but I did consider tossing all the Muñecos de nieve up in the air and run screaming from the room.

But I didn't.

I am, however, thankful that Friday is the last work day of the year before the break. It's good it's coming...you know...before I break.

Fa la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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