Nerds

I made John, my favorite student, cry the other day.

It was English Activity Day for the fifth graders, and his team didn’t make the required points to participate, so they had to write me a paper first. He hastily wrote one according to my prompt, and expected me to accept it. The paper didn’t make sense, so I told him I wasn’t going to take it. I told him to write another one, and if he had questions on how to do it, I would explain it to him. He just sat there, clutching his book, with tears running down his face. I knew they were tears of frustration because he is not the best student in class and has trouble with comprehension at times, but the fact that he didn’t try nor asked me to explain made me feel unsympathetic. I felt terrible that he was upset, but at the same time, determined that he would learn something out of this be it learning how to write a decent paper or how to ask questions when lost, whether he liked it or not.

On another note, I totally saw Star Trek last night, and it was fricking amazing. Sylar made an amazing Spock. I even understood the whole alternate reality, black holes, time travel, etc. I am totally a nerd, but now I kinda want to watch some Star Trek episodes just to see what happened. I even think Star Trek may be better than Star Wars. Eek!

Those Naggers

I put my fifth grade class into 2-person teams to do a group poster project. After about ten minutes, above the classroom commotion, I hear John yell out, ” AH! I don’t like girls!” (Note: his partner is Melody, a girl.)

“What’s going on, John?”

“Girls! They always CHIK, CHIK, CHIK!” (His way of expressing that girls nag. Apparently, Melody had been reprimanding him to use a ruler to make the lines straighter.)

I couldn’t help but laugh, “One day, John, when you find a girlfriend, then you will know.”

“No! I find girl not like this.”

“But I think all girls are like that.”

“I have trust. There will be some. And she will always listen me.”

Boys sure get those crazy ideas sometimes, don’t they? And it starts at such a young age.

One For All

In class today, I was explaining to my second-graders what “enemies” were, in reference to dogs vs. cats vs. mice. They kept thinking that it meant a bad person. I picked a war analogy, how there was a red side and a blue side, and the blue people don’t like the red people and the red people don’t like the blue people. That didn’t mean they were bad people, they just didn’t like each other so that made them enemies.

Then Joanne raises her hand and goes, “Like in America, the white-faced people don’t like the black-faced people, and the black-faced people don’t like the white-faced people.” I reassured her that it’s not like that anymore. That was a long time ago, but now it’s not like that. She’s eight years old, and she doesn’t even live in America, probably never even been. So where does she get this insight? The media, her peers, her teachers, listening to adults talking? Whatever it is, I’m taken aback because this is not what she’s supposed to be learning. There should be more good stories than the bad.

The other day, during a tutoring session, I was teaching my fifth-grade student about Abraham Lincoln and slavery. He didn’t realize how bad slavery was, to him, it was comparable to the live-in maids that most wealthy families here have. But I quickly corrected him on the differences between servants or domestic workers and slaves. I explained the history of slavery and how long it took for the slaves to earn their freedom and the right to be seen as equals and vote, etc. I told him that human rights should be granted to everyone, and I tried to make him understand why people should not be treated different just because they looked different.

Then I asked him if he knew what human rights America is having problems with right now. He didn’t so I clued him in. I asked him if he thought it was fair if one person loved another person and they wanted to get married, is it ok for everyone else to say that it was not ok? Because back then, a lot of people thought that slavery was ok, so does that mean it was actually ok? And he said that, well they should be free too and do what they want to. But I told him that what if I wanted to kill someone, can I do that? And he paused and thought about it for awhile, and then he goes, “But they’re not hurting anyone.”

Exactly.

It was a profound moment for me because I realized that I possess the power to influence his views and perceptions of the world. I possess the power to make him believe what I believe in by laying out convincing arguments and getting answers that I want. I possess the power to enforce ideals in him that as he grows up, he can see the world as one where everyone belongs.

Apple-Bite

Riley, while explaining to me what spaghetti worms are, “I just lost my apple-bite.”
Appetite, Riley, not apple-bite.

Speaking of appetites, I have cooked so much in the past week. I made steak and buttered veggies a few days ago, and then I made beef stew for the first time tonight. It took way long (mostly because the beef was frozen solid when I got home from work, and I spent an hour trying to thaw it) but it was so delicious. I must say, this cooking thing must run in the family. I should have paid more attention in the kitchen when my parents were at it. Although, I have been surprising myself at how much I’ve indirectly retained when I try my hand at certain dishes. I definitely need to invest more in exploring the wild terrain of la comida.

Fuk-et

“Teacher, what’s ‘fuk-et’?”

WHAT? What did you just say??

“Fauuuk-et?”

Wait, WHERE? … Oh. Edison, that’s FAU-CET. The C is soft.

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So I went to Chili’s in the XinYi district last night, and it was amazing. It was just like back in the States, but everything was double the price. I got beef fajitas and the molten chocolate cake. I thought I could finish the whole thing, but no. Since I haven’t had real chocolate cake in so long, my sweet tooth and dessert stomach has weakened. And now to make up for it, I’m going to the gym for the first time in two weeks. My membership is really free money to them.