Lemon Starburst Candy

So I took some Chinese Prozac and am feeling better today. The last post was angsty and angry and grumbly and I'm probably going to end up deleting it. This one will be part of the remedy.

First I'm going to start with some quotes I've been collecting over the past few weeks from my kids or from things that I've been hearing at English corner. I hate to say that some of them are in context and while they were funny at the time, you may not find them funny so I will try to explain. (plus I, of course, find everything funny, so ya know...)

{In response to when I asked a kid in the back of one of my 9th grade classes what my name was} "Pretty girl?"
Me: My name is not pretty girl...
Him: Pretty girl should be enough...

{One of my Oral test questions is 'what job do you want and why' and this is what I got in response}
"I want to be a teacher."
"Why?"
"Because I want to touch the students."

{This was from a 7th grader who shouldn't even know what this means}
"I'm not gay!!"
.....and 2 minutes later
"I'm amazing!"

{At English corner I asked the kids, 'what will you do during Spring Festival?" and one replied...}
"Chasing Girls!"

{When I saw one of my kids at a restaurant and asked 'what are you doing?'}
"I am doing my workhome!"

---

Yesterday after coming home from Chinese class I was surprised to see more than half of my school on the playgrounds attending basketball competitions organized by grade and girls and boys. I wandered around from court to court to watch during most of it. As I passed the area that faces the school, there were students from junior 3 standing on the different floors watching their classmates. I got a good loud cheer from them when I walked by. Two seconds later I heard my name being called from the 4th floor and saw a smaller group of 7th graders waving and laughing. Nothing makes you feel more the celebrity than being here.

Towards the end of the competitions I was approached by the boy who had a microphone and was wandering from court to court reporting schools. The person who spoke into the mike could be heard all through the school, so he decided that he wanted to interview me about basketball. It was a very brief conversation about how "yes I like basketball, but I cannot play" "well if you like it, surely you must be able to play it!" And of course before I knew it he was shouting into the mike that the foreign teacher was going to attempt this, with me of course PLEADING with him and protesting that I cannot play basketball, whatsoever. We head over to the girl's court, followed by almost all of the 9th graders and some other meandering students. They let me shoot 13 baskets and I got all of 2 but they were still heavily impressed that I was even trying. They were ecstatic the entire time. I on the other hand was shaking haha. But at least I didn't fail completely. Their gym coach managed to snap a few photos that I'm sure I will regret later.

After all was said and done I cornered the boy with the microphone and told him that he was in SO much trouble. He asked why and gave me the mike. I proceeded to tell the whole school "I was embarrassed and it's your fault, so in my class I will be making you answer every single question all year." He was so worried, until I told him I wasn't serious. He's still in trouble though as far as I'm concerned. But I'll admit, it was fun. Brought me back to when we lived at the Herrod house and had the basketball net on the garage.