Teaching English in Chile isn’t all rainbows and ponies, smiles and laughter. There are tough students who question everything.
Student: My sister has thirteen years and…
Me: Your sister is thirteen…
Student: Like I said, my sister has thirteen years…
Me: No, you’re sister doesn’t have years, she is thirteen years old.
Student: But why? In Spanish it’s mi hermana tiene trece años.”
Me: You can’t translate directly. In English we are our age, we don’t have it.
Student: Aghhh! Why is everything so difficult?
And then you have your stuffy business men who make their political leanings known the very first class.
Student: What do you think about the coup in Honduras?
Me: Uummmm, well in general I’m not in favor of military interventions, I think that things should be resolved democratically.
Student: You are so naiive!!! Sometimes the military just has to intervene. Especially when the things are going towards the red side, if you know what I mean.
But then there are the moments that make you say, I love my job.
Like during a taboo game (the word is gorgeous):
Team: An adjective! Really beautiful!
Student Guessing: Uhh…pretty! No, good-looking! No…attractive!
Team: No!! Jorge, but in English!
Student Guessing: George…
Team: Yeah! Beautiful! With that name!
Student Guessing: Beautiful George…..GEORGEOUS!!!!