There are days when I wonder where the students go while they are sitting in class. Their bodies are present but the mind, well, it's no where to be found. Yesterday and today were those kind of days.
Yesterday, I was explaining a concept to the students. I had an example written on the board, in English; I thought everyone would understand more clearly if I wrote in the language they've grown up speaking. I called on CM to read out loud what it said.
me: CM, what does the sentence say?
CM: Um, I don't know what it says, oh wait, it's in English.
In a different class, in the middle of the same lesson, the following exchange took place. Completely out of the blue.
MW: Senora, what do they eat in Mexico for Thanksgiving?
me: Mexico doesn't observe Thanksgiving.
MW: What? Why not?
me: Thanksgiving is only observed in the U.S because it celebrates an event that took place here.
MW: I don't get it.
me: Let's just focus on the lesson, shall we.
Today, the following took place, in a different class from the previous two.
There were about five minutes left in class, the students had finished the assignment and were chatting, waiting for the bell to ring. Somehow they'd gotten on the topic of President Obama. I didn't hear all of the conversation but did catch this exchange:
MG: So who takes over if our president dies?
BG: Uh, where have you been for the past seven years during history class? The vice-president.
MG: Oh, uh, OK.
Remind me again, why am I a teacher?
Sometimes, teaching feels like this even though there are warm bodies in the desks.