It all makes sense now. "Pee" is blood. "She" is pee. Yesterday I was teaching a new, pretty low level class very rudimentary vocabulary words. "Repeat after me, 'she'." Little Paul, who is probably 7 years old, says "Ah, Teacher! She!" and pulls the front of his pants down chanting "She! She!" Luckily the waistband of his corduroys was restrictive enough that they wouldn't stretch to expose the inevitable and we were all spared! And, I could be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure by the end of the class they were all chanting "Emil-she!" There's no way they could have known my childhood nickname- Emil-pee though. NO WAY!
Separate class- we're reading "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." Pardon my cursing- but they have trouble with this, constantly pronouncing it "The Itchy Bitchy Spider."
And Suin tried to give me a ponytail.
And one class kept whispering to each other and cracking up, all agreeing that I look like this female pilot from their textbook:
It's better than what I get from my kindergarten class of boys. They say "Emily Teacher is a boy-girl!"
It's better than what I get from my kindergarten class of boys. They say "Emily Teacher is a boy-girl!"
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