Saturday, January 22, 2011

I'll sing ya a song from the old country that'll make your face blister with the pity.

Annyeong!

It has been a particularly hardcore week in terms of teaching. The students are currently taking exams so my fellow ‘round eye’ and I had to ring over one hundred and seventy students to conduct ‘speaking tests.’ It’s a little perturbing having to ring children and bombard them with personal questions but the process had its funny moments. We were given a list of random questions to ask that elicited some humorous responses. I’ve compiled a list of my favourites:

Question: What is your name?
Student answer:  No.

Question: How are you?
Student answer: I am Korean.

Question: How old are you?
Student response: How old are you?

What is your favourite thing to eat?
Student answer: Pizza.
Follow up question: Why do you like pizza?
Student answer: ………………… Cheese.

What do carnivorous plants eat?
Student answer: Sometimes, I like to eat carrots.

Question: Describe your favourite thing to eat at breakfast, lunch and dinner?
Student answer: My mother is a good cook, I’m glad she lives.

In other news, I went shopping today and bought a rather fetching pair of red runners and was then rewarded for purchasing said runners with a gift of a tiny shoe in a glass jar. Which was nice if a tad unusual. My new runners aren’t half so comfy as my beloved lesbian runners but I felt it was time I invested in some shoes of less lesbianic proportions. It’s a slippery slope, when one starts wearing beige ecco shoes it may not be long before one finds oneself clad in a complimentary navy fleece or, God forbid, sporting a bum bag. Le shudder….

P.S. You shall no doubt be greatly relieved to hear that the silver box with the red eye that was concerning me is in fact a fire alarm and not a sentient computer bent on the destruction of the human race.

1 comment:

  1. Much suppression of laughter here, for fear my parents look at me like I am loon. But it reminded me of two separate, yet similar events to those you just described...

    Event the first: While I was a language assistant in France, Ireland had just lost to France in the Six Nations. Here follows the conversation, in English, I had with a 15 year-old girl.

    Me: Did you watch the rugby?
    Her: Of course, I love the rubgy.

    Me: Who is your favourite player on the French team?
    Her: Sébastien Chabal.

    Me: Why do you like him?
    Her: Because.... *dramatic and long pause* he has ze body of a bear and ze face of Jesus.

    Event the second:

    While conducting a mock oral in Navan, I had the following conversation.

    Me: Êtes-vous déjà allée en France?
    Her: Eh... *desperation and confusion flits across her face*

    Me: Par exemple, en France, en Espagne?
    Her: Espagne.

    Me: Qu'est ce-que vous avez fait en Espagne?
    Her: Eh... ... ... je suis vélo. Je suis États Unis.

    Anyway, you reminded me of funny times. Cheers.

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