As I mentioned before, I am an ESL instructor for these Hispanic guys, and we always have good times. Last night was no exception. While they still tease me over the whole “pequeno incident, yesterday they had a few doggone crazy moments themselves.
The teacher in the class was holding up flash cards of people doing various things, and then the students would respond with “He is doing ______” or “We are doing _____” etc, etc. She held up a girl doing Pilates or some exercise, and then a guy at my table yells out, “She es dooeng, uh, she is doing her exorcist.”
Later on in the flash cards, our teacher holds up one of a guy in a kilt with knee high socks and one leg in the air. I didn’t have a clue what she was trying to teach, and I started laughing because it was so ridiculous. Everyone looked confused in the class. She then blurted out, “Dancing, he is dancing…see?” And then the teacher started to dance.
Another flash card had a Hispanic fellow on it, and she asked, “Where is he from?” The always-eager Alberto yells “MEXICAN!” with a passion one rarely hears races called out.
At another moment, I was teaching a brand new student (no English experience) how to pronounce words. He kept put a “d” sound in front of every work that started with “r”. So, when I was asking him to pronounce “raining”, he would say, “draining.” I would repeat, “No, RRRRRRRaining”. Then he would say, “DRRRRRRaining”. We went on for several minutes of “raining” vs. “draining”. I would write out the word “draining” and then cross out the “d” and say “No d!” All of this was to no end, because after a minute and a half of “raining, draining, raining, draining” the class got quiet and just watched us interact. I gave up and as he said, “DDDDRRRRAAAINING” I said, “Muy bien, let’s go on.”