Teaching

I haven't been saying much about teaching, so I suppose I'll touch on that a bit.

Today I took a solid punch to that sensitive in-between-the-legs area. Kid had a running start, then jumped in what may have been a lunge or a pounce or even just an attempt to give me a hug. Not really sure. Kid's name is Tony and Tony sure has an arm on him.

I immediately dropped the little tray of supplies I had- flashcards, scissors, and glue- and grabbed his arm. I think his guardian type figure must have seen because she rushed in at about that time, and I was later told that this woman was angry I'd grabbed her son's arm like that. I then proceeded to fall and make a sound that was probably just kind of like "euuuuugngngngnhhhhhhuueueueu"
and the Teacher's Assistant (who actually knows Chinese) explained what had just happened to the parent. Complete reversal!

The parent's English was very limited, but she did know "sorry" and she said it about twenty times. I waved it off and got myself a glass of water. Class started five minutes late.

More on this another time.