Today, instead of the kids sitting at their usual tables for lunch (with their class), they were arranged at tables according to interest – anime, video games, tv dramas, fashion, manga, etc. I guess so that they have an opportunity to talk with kids from different classes who share their interests. The teachers were also each assigned a table. I was at the baseball table. I’m not sure why. The kids didn’t even really talk about baseball, let alone talk to me about baseball (not like I’d have that much to say about baseball aside from “how about those Red Sox?” or just “Matsuzaka!”).
After lunch, I went up to one of the goof-off 9th graders (who barely knows English but I can still joke with) and asked him what table he was sitting at. He said, “English difficult” and literally ran away – to the other side of the cafeteria. Later, I cornered him, and made him answer (in a friendly way – I put my arm around him as he was walking and made sure we understood one another). He eventually told me he was sitting at the “love” table. I’m not sure what that means…
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No child should ever sit at a love table...that's just wrong. And I would guess that you were at the baseball table solely because you are American.
I'll start with saying this comment has nothing to do with this post. This comment is intended to confirm that I, Alexis, have, in fact, visited your blog. And I, Alexis, feel you should be at the love table. I wish you luck and many happiness from Chicago.
If I were Alexis' teacher, I would not let him sit at the love table. He would cause too much trouble.
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