…there’s nothing quite like sitting in Pepe’s working out which was the most annoying student of the week. The competition is increasingly stiff – the sulky teenager who won’t talk, the seven year old whose shrill voice goes straight through me, the 12 year old boy who has discovered girls and spends most of the lesson trying to find excuses to look at pictures with girls in them, the know-it-all who ‘translates’ English into English as a Spanish person would translate it for the others in his class (example I will say ‘love’, he will then say ‘lu-BEY’ which is how a Spanish person would pronounce those letters), the 5 year olds who insist on singing everything…
This week, without a doubt, the most annoying student was the 4 year old. I am trying to get him to learn the parts of the body. He spent the whole lesson pointing to his bottom, regardless of what part of the body I was saying. He found this so funny he fell off his chair, luckily, he found this funny too, and spent another 10 minutes in hysterics on the floor. Just as I was about to kick him, or throw some water over him at the very least, he decided he wanted to do some counting. He likes counting, so I was able to divert him from bottoms by giving him two dice and letting him throw them and count the numbers.
What fun!