I have accepted the fact that I am going to forever be called “Teacher?!” and never Lori. I really don’t have a problem with that, actually. Also, I was informed by a reliable source that in Latin America calling someone of authority by their first name was considered disrespectful. Who knew! It might pay to learn the culture of my new country, eh?
So, my name is “teacher?!” and I decided the other night that I could live with that! Then, I started to teach my “upper intermediates” all about clothes.
This is a truly fascinating lesson, I must say. We learn all about the different kinds of clothes people wear; suits, dresses, sweaters, jeans, skirts, t-shirts, etc. We drilled the pronunciation of these words, then, moved on to “sports coat.”
But, one of my student’s kept yelling at me, “Teacher?! Teacher?!, TEACHER?!” I stopped and said “Yes, Allison, do you have a question?” And she just yelled “Teacher?!” ”Teacher?!” ”What is it, Allison? Do you have a question?” I asked again. “Teacher?! Teacher?!” she yelled. I looked to the rest of my class for advisement, but they seemed to be as stumped as I was. ”Allison”, I said, “I am your teacher, and I am here to help you. What is it that you want to know?” We all looked at her inquisitively. She sighed, a very heavy sigh, and said “I like wear “teacher” with jeans! Teacher! T-chir!!!! Yes?”
Maybe I should have them call me “Miss Lori.”