Birthday Parte II

First off, some business: Carrie, tell me the name of your blog again, if you are updating it. Second Bree, i expect more blog updates from you.

To answer your question, Bree, my students call me ´teacher´, and im glad you asked. They call every teacher the same name- teacher. Thats just the custom here. So, it makes me feel better not to be called Ms. Wendt or something. ´Teacher can I go out (to the bathroom)¨?´´teacher, how do you say....?´

My students, as I have mentioned, are little angels, and I think I was maybe born to be a teacher, because its like they are my little flock...when I grade tests I am cheering for them- ´´ yeah, fernando, good grammar!!!´, or suffering ´no, luis, we talked about this!!!´ Its a very emotional experience for me, grading exams. I never realized how much thought and heart is put into planning classes and grading exams. Teaching is so much more than what happens in the classroom. All of you who are reading this should buy your teachers a present.

Today my angel students brought me a present!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had told them it was my birthday and they all said ´´why didnt we have a party???´ Hahaha...we laughed. And then this morning, they all arrived late. I was about to mark them all absent, when they came in with a big birthday cake, candles, chips, soda, plates, the whole shebang! AND a pair of beautiful brown glass earings! They are lovely! We had a little party.

My other students are very darling as well, and they invited me out to dinner on friday night. I told them it is up to them, so who knows where we´ll go. They think I´m cool, and always tell me I´m a good teacher :) Its delights me.

Its weird having the line between teacher and friend. I havent decided if its okay to tell them about my personal life and that, or if I should keep my distance, at least until the class is over. Luckily, its over in 3 weeks, and then teachers switch and I get new students. I figure going to dinner is not like going out to a bar or something.

This school has all sorts of rules about what you can and cant teach, so I was forced to teach Blink 182s all the small things yesterday. Can anyone tell me what this song is about or how to teach it, because I have no idea. I was also forced to make them watch one of the following movies, only: Father of the Bride, Moonstruck (moonlighting?), or Bullets over Broadway. What? I wanted them to watch zoolander. :)

I´m getting a little homesick now...its starting to set in... ho hummm