In the ongoing erosion of any credibility I may still have as a teacher, the class that got to play Pictionary on Wednesday did one better and got to do absolutely nothing during today's lesson.
Admittedly, it's a little hard to do anything when only one-third of the class shows up in the first place.
This is the class that was a little obsessed last week with trying to find out what secondary school I'm from. I wouldn't tell them, of course. Previous students managed to unearth the highlights of my secondary school career and find my website (including wedding pictures!) in those days before I kept a real blog, without any help from me. We'll see if the current crop can do just as well.
I will, as always, maintain my policy of neither confirming nor denying any details of my life that aren't explicitly described on my blog.
"Are you Singaporean?"
What a question to get in the middle of class. I was so stunned that I immediately wondered out loud, "Do I sound that awful, like I'm not?"
Okay, so I'd just been asking if the students watch the annual National Day Parade and how it's really fun to
But do I actually sound like I'm not Singaporean?
Maybe they get confused because I also give the government a hard time in my classes, and I certainly don't love the government.
Clearly, I need to use more Singlish during lessons, no matter what the Speak Good English Movement says, and also tone down my sense of irony. Then they'll believe I'm local.