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pirates

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One of the hardest things about being a young and fairly new English as a foreign language teacher is teaching peers and adults who are actually smarter, more knowledgeable, and wiser than you. While planning lessons, you think in your head, “This is going to be too easy for them; they will think this is stupid”. With kids, it’s easy. Learning vocabulary and grammar is just a matter of being creative, thinking on your toes, and getting the kids involved.

Trying to expand our vocabulary, my fourth graders were talking about shopping. Asking each other questions like: Where do you go shopping? How often do you go shopping? What is your favorite shop? What do you usually buy?

A typical answer: I usually buy a t-shirt (good start), a shoes (nails on chalkboard feeling), and a trousers (train wreck).

Next step: explain that shoes, trousers, and glasses are pairs, are twos, are plurals, so we NEVER put “a” in front. Teacher laughs, and points out that no shop is ever going to sell one paint leg, or half a pair of glasses, or one shoe.

But welcome fourth grade philosopher, an ornery little fella, who questions just about everything and comes up with his own ideas: “And when you want to wear two different shoes? Or two different socks (as is the style)? And what about one-legged men? And pirates? What about pirates?”

So we ended the class practically on the floor laughing, talking about one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed pirates. And the possibility of opening a One Shoe Shop. We’d make a killing.

And these are learning moments, and the learning becomes fun.

It’s like Mary Poppins says:

In ev’ry job that must be done, There is an element of fun.

You find the fun and snap!

The job’s a game.

And ev’ry task you undertake, becomes a piece of cake!

It’s like I’ve said before, children have something important to say. We’ve got to listen.

Teaching language is about sharing, opening up new worlds of communication. Sometimes you feel ridiculous and awkward, and clumsy, and shy and nervous, and lacking words. But there is always room for growth. And you always find more in common than you ever find different.

So let’s take some other lessons from pirates:

Sail the wide open sea.

Be intentional, and steer your ship to places you want to go.

But when the wind takes you elsewhere, don’t be afraid to adventure.

Take along a strong and diverse crew.

Just don’t let yourself get fed to the crocodiles, even Hook didn’t want that.

(image via lovebroadway)

word play

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My english learning fourth graders are currently describing the world around them! Making lists, creating sentences, and playing with adjectives, comparatives, and superlatives fill our days.

They will tell you that the adjective is the base word, a comparative needs to add “-er than” so that we can compare two things; and a a superlative is the SUPER word, so it needs to add “-est” (because it’s the best) plus the important THE.

Good, better, the best.
Tall, taller than, the tallest.
Blue, bluer than, the bluest.

But the most important question, from an ever inquiring ten year old:
Teacher, can we use these for people? Gabi is gabier than Sara. Gabi is the gabbiest.

(English speakers: maybe using Gabi isn’t the best example. Although Gabi really is gabby – so it works.)

At first, I laughed. “Haha, no”.

But then it made me think:

What if I was the best me, instead of trying to be better than someone else? Instead of comparing myself with others?

If I just chose to be the ashleighest Ashleigh?

After all, it’s impossible for me to be anner than Ann, or bobber than Bob. I’m not Ann, I’m not Bob.

Doesn’t it only make sense for me to be the ashleighest Ashleigh?

How do you attempt to be the youiest you?

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somethings

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(1) Something I’ve learned:

How to hold my own, stick up for myself, and take care of business.

You might see me as a soft-hearted soul. (I’m not sure – it’s always hard to reflect on yourself, and especially difficult to understand how others see you or would describe you). Here in Spain I’ve been dubbed a cupcake, “my sweet”, etc. Sometimes it frustrates me, because I don’t think people take me seriously. But I know I’ve changed. Culture and life changes you. Sometimes for worse, but I think generally for the better. What doesn´t kill you makes you stronger?

(2) Something I love about Madrid:

People-watching.

I love trying to understand the ins and outs and ups and downs of the nuances of peoples’ lives. Because it’s often el conjunto (*all of these factors combined*, or however you say it in English – see something number 3) of these nuances that can tell their life story.

When people are conked out on the Metro. Aren’t the worried about where they are going? That they’ll miss their stop? Aren’t they going somewhere important? Or aren’t they worried about how they look? I mean this gorgeous little Latina is sitting in front of me on the metro and she’s wearing a perfectly combined outfit, long dark tresses, and perfectly smudged black liner. But because of her sleeping position she’s wearing 3 chins.

But maybe people-watching at cafés is the best.

People drinking two solos (*espresso*), with vengeful faces, not inviting even an hola. What did life throw them?

A dreadlocked backpacker with a journal, a café con leche and multiple pastries, and perfect change. Where did you come from, where did you go?

A young good-looking fella, café con leche, a croissant, and flippers on the chair beside him. Friendly banter with the barista. Hey good looking! Whatcha got cooking?

(3) Something about language:

Leaning new languages is an incredible human feat.

I once saw my life as two lives – the hispanohablante and the anglophone.  Home and abroad. Family and family-away-from-home. But after experiencing these two worlds separately in Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama, Nicaragua, Sevilla, and Madrid – I’ve come to know that they are inseparable. There aren’t multiple souls living in me. Rather multiple parts of my soul infuse other parts of the world. I left them behind. Once I love and learn, gentle flakes of my spirit roam freely among those beloved people. And they often send me memories and reminders.

They make me stronger, because my being is fortified in more than one place.

So sometimes when my sentence comes out in half Spanish and half English, you will understand why. And I hope you’ll have a little mercy, and find this a lovely curiosity. And more so, I pray you can share in this experience with me. Because it´s life changing, and fulfilling.

(Note: [to be disregarded if you aren’t a Harry Potter fan] I just reread what I wrote and it sounds like I’ve created Horcruxes. Haha. Is there a positive and lovely opposite to Horcruxes? I mean, what would you call a piece of your soul that gently flakes off the soul inside you, so as to help you live life with the most adventure and love possible. Opinions?… Go!)

(4) Something about current events:

Yesterday, Hugo Chavez died. I have a degree in Latin American studies, so I love keeping tabs on politics, and economy, and culture. Lately, I haven’t been very good at reading the news. But this pretty big news made me realize how important it is to keep up with current events. In 40 years when our children or grandchildren are studying and relating to history they are going to ask us questions – and we’re going to have stories.

And those stories will be carried down for generations because of or voice.

(5) Something about hard days:

Fight.

Dive into unknowns.

Don’t go looking for trouble; life brings enough trouble of its own.

But when trouble comes, wait until it’s about to put its giant hairy arms around you, and leap out of its reach. Trouble might be huge, but you are fast. And when you fight and demand your humble, immortal body to win, your green skin will peel back, and you’ll be new and prepared for every battle to come.

(Haven’t you ever read The Frog Prince? But by golly, I’m definitely not talking about the Disney version – big let down, D.)

Somethings make us observant thinkers who have the power to change the world.

What do you learn from somethings? 

(image via Bailey Nickerson)