"Oliver, Jack just asked you a question" a teacher interjected.
"Okay."
"Earl. You were not in class yesterday. Where were you?" Jack repeated, verbatim.
"I peed myself" Oliver responded, flatly.
"Oh Jack, Oliver just gave you some personal information. I know that Oliver's grandfather has been very ill and.."
"No," Oliver interjected, "I peed myself".
Jack looked at Oliver, expressionless as the three continued on their way.
"All of you, raise two fingers" I hollered at the class.
"Repeat after me: I understand the rules of hot potato. I understand that if I ignore those rules, Maestra Hilary will be mean, yell at me and take all of the games away and make me do something boring. She will make it her hobby".
The students repeated and the norteño music began again.
El tío borracharles, siempre anda de fiesta es más que bohemio. Le encanta la peda siempre anda en la bola, no distingue marcas ni le hace la cruda
They were starting to mimic the words to the song, which would have been impressive if they weren't singing about an alcoholic uncle that would drink any type of liquor in front of him, without ever getting a hangover.
"Okay class, remember, today is pay day. If I hear Maestra Hilary say 'stop talking' during Spanish, pay day is off".
A little boy sitting behind the teacher's desk looked at me earnestly while I plugged my flashdrive into the desktop.
"Don't say 'stop talking'" he whispered.
"You are the best teacher. The best Spanish teacher ever. You're better that Mrs. Warner. Why, you're better than Mrs. Newman..." he continued, voice low and eyes lowered.
I am the best ever.
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