interviews...
For the past 3 weeks, I've been interviewing some kids in English for some reason.
That reason, I do not know.
Someone said, "interview," so I interview.
What I do is, I go into the classrooms, sit in one of the 2 seats set up in the front of the class, then call a number.
The number = a student
The student then proceeds to sit down and I then proceed to ask some questions:
Can you tell me about yourself? (for the dumber kids: introduction)
Why are you interested in English? (for the dummies: why do you like english?)
What do you want to be when you grow up? (dumb and dumber: what is your dream?)
In total, there were about 150 kids I had to interview.
150 fobby-a kids.
... asking the same questions (for comparative purposes) and listening to the same fobby answers.
It gets really boring.
Really, really boring.
Sometimes, I can't hold in my yawns.
However, there were 2 interviews that made all the other ones worth it.
Interview 1
Sitting in from of the classroom, my back towards the kids, I called out a number.
As I was writing some comments down about the previous interview, I heard some shuffling, scruffling noises.
The image of an overgrown rat popped into my head.
When I look up, seated in front of me is this scraggily girl with her head down.
I couldn’t see her face, but just the way she seated herself made me want to laugh.
Most kids would just sit down and awkwardly stare at me, all nervous-like.
But this girl just scrambled into the seat, body hunched over, face down, arms and legs strewn in every direction.
Then, just as suddenly as she appeared in front of me, she looked up with a huge smile on her face and I was about to bust up.
She seriously looked like a human she-rat!
Her face was narrow, her eyes were beady and small and black (from her black contacts), her skin was pale, her teeth yellow and crooked, and her hair in a mange.
Interview 2
This was my last interview on the last day.
A boy sat down in front of me and was nervous as hell.
He kept looking up at the ceiling when he answered my questions and covering his mouth and scratching a zit on his nose, which began to bleed (although, he didn’t know)…
But, the thing that killed me was that he would start to laugh when he couldn’t think of an answer.
He knew that he was pretty sucky, so when he got stuck, he would look at me, and I assume, see the look of confusion on my face, and begin to giggle.
I didn’t want to laugh, but knowing that it would be terrible to laugh as I interview this poor kid, obviously because he sucks, made me want to laugh even more.
Like when you get the giggles during a sermon… you know you shouldn’t, but when you think about how you shouldn't be laughing, you bust up even more.
His giggling + his fobby answers + bleeding nose = jane laughing like a madman
I couldn't help it.
Poor kid, huh?
He summons up the courage to get interviewed in English, and his teacher (me) ends up laughing in his face.
That reason, I do not know.
Someone said, "interview," so I interview.
What I do is, I go into the classrooms, sit in one of the 2 seats set up in the front of the class, then call a number.
The number = a student
The student then proceeds to sit down and I then proceed to ask some questions:
Can you tell me about yourself? (for the dumber kids: introduction)
Why are you interested in English? (for the dummies: why do you like english?)
What do you want to be when you grow up? (dumb and dumber: what is your dream?)
In total, there were about 150 kids I had to interview.
150 fobby-a kids.
... asking the same questions (for comparative purposes) and listening to the same fobby answers.
It gets really boring.
Really, really boring.
Sometimes, I can't hold in my yawns.
However, there were 2 interviews that made all the other ones worth it.
Interview 1
Sitting in from of the classroom, my back towards the kids, I called out a number.
As I was writing some comments down about the previous interview, I heard some shuffling, scruffling noises.
The image of an overgrown rat popped into my head.
When I look up, seated in front of me is this scraggily girl with her head down.
I couldn’t see her face, but just the way she seated herself made me want to laugh.
Most kids would just sit down and awkwardly stare at me, all nervous-like.
But this girl just scrambled into the seat, body hunched over, face down, arms and legs strewn in every direction.
Then, just as suddenly as she appeared in front of me, she looked up with a huge smile on her face and I was about to bust up.
She seriously looked like a human she-rat!
Her face was narrow, her eyes were beady and small and black (from her black contacts), her skin was pale, her teeth yellow and crooked, and her hair in a mange.
Interview 2
This was my last interview on the last day.
A boy sat down in front of me and was nervous as hell.
He kept looking up at the ceiling when he answered my questions and covering his mouth and scratching a zit on his nose, which began to bleed (although, he didn’t know)…
But, the thing that killed me was that he would start to laugh when he couldn’t think of an answer.
He knew that he was pretty sucky, so when he got stuck, he would look at me, and I assume, see the look of confusion on my face, and begin to giggle.
I didn’t want to laugh, but knowing that it would be terrible to laugh as I interview this poor kid, obviously because he sucks, made me want to laugh even more.
Like when you get the giggles during a sermon… you know you shouldn’t, but when you think about how you shouldn't be laughing, you bust up even more.
His giggling + his fobby answers + bleeding nose = jane laughing like a madman
I couldn't help it.
Poor kid, huh?
He summons up the courage to get interviewed in English, and his teacher (me) ends up laughing in his face.
posted by thecatcherintherice at 1:10 PM
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