February 9, 2012
I guess it was bound to be an unusual day in the classroom, considering we held school as usual today on what is normally our Saturday. And sure enough, it was. I tried to carry on with business as usual. Really, I did. Beginning with “Critique” time: one class had finished their latest project, so students were expected to give thorough critiques of each other’s projects in class. One student began, evaluating the printmaking project hanging on the wall: “I like it,” he said. “It is a nice composition, and I like how the people and words are carved into it. And I like how the word ‘fart’ curves up like that . . . ”
Wait a sec, I interrupted him. What did you say?
“What do you mean?” he asked.
What word did you say was on the print? I pressed.
“Fart,” he said, straight-faced and serious.
I resisted the urge to giggle and corrected him, Actually, no–that says ‘faith,’ not . . . well, don’t worry about it. Carry on.
He continued with his critique, and I enjoyed the joke on my own, realizing that he did not realize the significance of his goof, not knowing enough English slang to be aware of it.
Oddly enough, this interaction was not in one of my middle school classes, tell-tale humor notwithstanding. They had their fun though, for sure, creating some pretty decent drawings of their shoes . . . using their toes to draw with :-)