Smells Like Teen Spirit
From the moment I graduated 8th grade, I vowed I would never go back to junior high again. I mean, why would I want to return to such hell? Junior high is the most awkward stage in one's life. Your body is going through Frankenstein transformations, every one smells weird, you're emotional, and you have the self esteem of an ugly duckling. Cause you're ugly. I always said you couldn't pay me a million dollars to go back.. But here I am..in junior high! Somehow, I feel like it's life's way of making things right. I always try to see the positive in smelly situations, after all.
When I deferred my acceptance to Pepperdine University this year, I decided to come to Israel to volunteer. My goal was not only to experience 'normal' life here, but to really evaluate if teaching was for me. I knew Israeli kids were known to be difficult, but hear say is nothing like real life experience. Over the last few weeks, I have witnessed the most concentrated amount of chutzpah in my life, mixed in with kids cursing, screaming, smacking each other, dragging one another on the floor, and of course, let's not forget the rancid body odor. Truly a slap in the face. That said, I've tried to look at this as an 'IDF-like' teaching course. I mean, if I can do this, I can do anything!
Here are three abridged versions of my favorite teaching moments thus far:
*One day, some girls in my class asked, 'Do you love Justin Beiber?' I politely replied, 'No. I think he looks like a girl.' At that moment, the boys in my class cheered and the girls stopped speaking to me for the rest of the day.
*On a particularly chaotic day in class, I asked my group why they think Israeli's have so much chutzpah. Some claimed it was their rough neighborhood (i.e. The Middle East), others said it's just in their blood..but one particular brave girl raised her hand and calmly explained that this chutzpah comes from the mating and breeding process of 'arsim' and 'frechot' (the Israeli equivalent to Guido's)..I tried my hardest to keep a straight game face, but alas, I couldn't hold in the laughter.
*During a lecture, one boy shouted out 'how old are you' in the middle of my sentence (typical). I jokingly asked them to guess my age. The whole group thought I was much younger, which was awesome! When I told them how I old I really am, the same boy asked if I was married. I said no. He looked disappointed, and said 'that's bad'. Then he asked if my teaching partner was married, to which I replied 'She's not married. Is that bad too?'. He smiled and said, 'Good. I want her to be my pedophile.' Yup, Israeli's sure are honest.
Enjoy the music..and adulthood!
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