I’m teaching at an ESL summer camp for the next two weeks. This school is as poorly organized as a typical Chinese “English center”, which allows me to test my theory that I would absolutely love that life, if only I could eat decent food after a crazy day. And it’s perfect for me right now, the epic rawness of teenage emotions (Teenagers, Cicero and Meg love the superlative), working with other ESL adventurers, and complete, bone-aching exhaustion at the end of the day.
A new group of students was dropped on me the other day, so I set them up to play Who Do You Love?, my go-to game for surprise classes. After a few minutes of dead, sleepy stares, the teenagers caught on and were soon tormenting their classmates and testing the limits of appropriate classroom vocab.
“I love people who wear thongs!”one of the boys called out.
I was halfway through my lecture on appropriate classroom vocab when I realized they’ve got a British English textbook, and everyone but me thought we were talking about flip-flops.