Some more anecdotes to (hopefully) amuse you. I know sharing them amuses me!
On Friday with my power plant men class in Kozienice (elementary-level speakers), they were practicing using adjectives. So I gave them different categories of things to describe. One was a piece of clothing they were wearing. (Sidenote - a lot of the English we teach is British - lift versus elevator for example. So to my students, trousers are pants, and pants are underwear. I digress.) ANYWAYS, one of the men says, "I'm wearing red pants". Everyone burst out laughing, including me. (Cheeky bugger...haha.) I was laughing so much though, in one of those moments where you can't stop and it's so embarrassing and every time you think you can pull yourself together you just start up all over again. The reason? All I could think about was the purple underwear I saw at the gym earlier in the week. I explained this to my students, and they got a kick out of it. I also wanted them to describe something in the classroom. When it was the last man's turn, the other students were whispering rather loudly and obviously to him, "say: pretty teacher!" Aww. I turned bright red. And then of course we were listening to Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman" as the next activity. Haha
This weekend was low-key, and spent in Radom. Heather and I went hard at the gym Saturday morning. We did some errands at M1 - the shopping center. We even had CHINESE food for dinner, with one of the Polish teachers, Gosia. Who knew Radom had Polish food? It was pretty yummy! Turns out there is a joke about Radom Chinese food, done by a well-known Polish comedy group, with the butt of the joke implying that Chinese food from Radom is no good. But hey, at least this town is known enough to have a joke about it! Eh?
Despite popular belief, Heather and I are not actually attached at the hip. We are, however, planning a party!
Back to Kozienice, today I asked my 15/16 year old boys if they found Stanley in Warsaw. They said they did. So sarcastically, I asked them to hand him over. One of my students says, "Just a sec", and roots through his bag. HE PULLED OUT STANLEY!! Well, a rather beat-up and bruised Stanley, roughed up from the Portuguese tourists. My boys made me a new Stanley, to fit the story. HOW AMAZING ARE THEY?!?!?! Such good sports. So the Stanley I made is en route back to Canada, and now I have my own Stanley.
Marvelous Monday, indeed.
On Friday with my power plant men class in Kozienice (elementary-level speakers), they were practicing using adjectives. So I gave them different categories of things to describe. One was a piece of clothing they were wearing. (Sidenote - a lot of the English we teach is British - lift versus elevator for example. So to my students, trousers are pants, and pants are underwear. I digress.) ANYWAYS, one of the men says, "I'm wearing red pants". Everyone burst out laughing, including me. (Cheeky bugger...haha.) I was laughing so much though, in one of those moments where you can't stop and it's so embarrassing and every time you think you can pull yourself together you just start up all over again. The reason? All I could think about was the purple underwear I saw at the gym earlier in the week. I explained this to my students, and they got a kick out of it. I also wanted them to describe something in the classroom. When it was the last man's turn, the other students were whispering rather loudly and obviously to him, "say: pretty teacher!" Aww. I turned bright red. And then of course we were listening to Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman" as the next activity. Haha
This weekend was low-key, and spent in Radom. Heather and I went hard at the gym Saturday morning. We did some errands at M1 - the shopping center. We even had CHINESE food for dinner, with one of the Polish teachers, Gosia. Who knew Radom had Polish food? It was pretty yummy! Turns out there is a joke about Radom Chinese food, done by a well-known Polish comedy group, with the butt of the joke implying that Chinese food from Radom is no good. But hey, at least this town is known enough to have a joke about it! Eh?
Despite popular belief, Heather and I are not actually attached at the hip. We are, however, planning a party!
Back to Kozienice, today I asked my 15/16 year old boys if they found Stanley in Warsaw. They said they did. So sarcastically, I asked them to hand him over. One of my students says, "Just a sec", and roots through his bag. HE PULLED OUT STANLEY!! Well, a rather beat-up and bruised Stanley, roughed up from the Portuguese tourists. My boys made me a new Stanley, to fit the story. HOW AMAZING ARE THEY?!?!?! Such good sports. So the Stanley I made is en route back to Canada, and now I have my own Stanley.
Marvelous Monday, indeed.
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