Qui Qui

Over the summertime, I taught at an ESL school. I had a good feeling about it, but the school was not very good. Every few days, I would get a new batch of (mostly French) teenagers, who would sit in my class very bored, chat with each other in their native tongue, and leave class constantly for "bathroom" trips.

I tried to make things interesting for them by helping to get to know their new classmates, which sometimes worked. One day, in desperation, I said, " You can also ask me questions about my life as well." After a lot of silence, one sultry French girl raised her hand and asked, " Vat does your father look like?"

There were a few, insolent teens who would not pay attention to anything, then wind up looking ridiculous, like the Italian girl who wanted complain about me but kept saying loud enough for me to hear, " I'm SO boring!", or the German who wrote, " I hate this classroom" on her teacher evaluation.