Playing school!

As a child, I spent many hours playing school in my bedroom. I would line my dolls up (including my Cabbage Patch dolls Brenda Patience and Dougie Teddy- laugh Cabbage Patch sure knows how to name em).


My sweet Dad even made me a grade book and a pointer to make it even more real.


Now I really am a teacher! This is my first year teaching elementary Spanish and I often feel like I am playing school again. Only this time, the students can talk and this makes all the difference! If there is one thing kids do well it is talk!


Kids can say the funniest things. I have been asked numerous times if I am Mexican! I am trying to teach them that everyone who speaks Spanish is not Mexican.


The first week I asked them to name some countries where Spanish is spoken. The answers were rather pitiful. Maybe it is the Olympics, but several claimed that they speak Spanish in China.


But my favorite story of all is the first grade class with an Indian student named Sham. Another boy in the class pointed to him and declared, "He speaks Spanish. He is Mexican!" Sham vehemently protested, "I promise, I'm not Mexican!"

Oh dear, here we go again with the whole Mexican thing...