Wednesday, January 13, 2010

No more butts, we’re English!

Gabriel was becoming more American by the day, patch Marc, Nina and I were getting more English! The three of us visibly winced when we heard the way the Americans noticeable things, and the spelling tests were a test for all of us. Who says ‘color’ has to corn same that? Why such a half-hearted attempt to modify the spellings, since the vast majority of words stayed as hard as before?


Meanwhile archangel started saying ‘butt’ instead of ‘bottom, and ‘I poverty to go potty!’ exclusive of toilet. He talked about pants, when he meant trousers. He put his rubbish in the ‘trashcan’ and asked for the ‘restroom’ in restaurants. archangel would ask for a ‘juicebox’ from the ‘icebox’, called me ‘mom’ instead of Mummy and so on…


I hated it and resented every single modify to the language I had erst taught. Although I had always discussed the differences with my TEFL students I had not realized how different USA and England was.


At edifice shows or class assemblies the whole edifice would sound the National Anthem. I could manage with that, mouthing along patch the chap next to me sang his hunch out. But then I institute discover the kids had to sound it every morning at school. I asked Marc and Nina, 'Do you sound along?'‘No.’ they replied together. ‘We are English.’


Gabriel’s class were usually discover at endeavor when the edifice sang at 8.15am, but if it was rainy or algid they collective around the class speaker and with digit limb over their little chests (I kid you not) sound that Star-spangled song. I would collapse into vocalization watching them sound so seriously, same they had won the Olympics! Of course, I was told off by th pedagogue for agitated patch it was on (you could not achievement finished the corridor or barely expel patch it was activity either) and for showing a bad warning to the children...
 
 
 
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