by luddite lady on 21 Jun 2009 08:29
We managed to work our way through to the original end of Le Drapeau vert (the end of the Buffalo show) and all its attendant grammar exercises. Even on this second year, I feel a little queasy when we correct a fictious grammar sentence that states "Il y a du ketchup sur le drapeau!" (There's ketchup on the flag!) Sorry Kel, but I got to teach that damn pronoun en some how. Another one is: "Andy est tombe de la scene." (Andy fell off the stage.) Forgive me, Lil Rock. It's for a good cause.
The girls in the class kept pouring over my photo of the back of the flag in hopes of finding my signature. They begged me to tell them my username, but of course, I wouldn't say.
"It's probably something like IloveStewart#55," teased one girl. They thought I was everyone from Donna to Lydia to animal. If they knew what luddite meant, they'd have found my name for sure. My inability to work the DVD player and my powers to break the photocopier regularly are something of legend at my school. When they asked me about Kellie's handle, I half fibbed and told them Mission Control. They found that signature right away and thought Kellie was too modest for making it so small and down in the corner.
I never finished writing the last chapter about MSG because I realized there would not be enough classes to fully understand it in that format. So, during the last French class before graduation day I read aloud what I had written of that chapter, stopping to ask questions, translate bits and show photograph and other visuals to back me up. One of the visuals was a copy of the confirmation e-mail I had to show to get my ticket from the MSG box office. When one boy, who had been actively participating throughout the unit, saw my real name on the e-mail, he yelled out, "YOU are Madame?!? I thought this was about some friend of yours." Several students did literal headdesks (or should I say tetepupitres) while I stood in stunned silence.
Once I got to where I had stopped writing, I switched to English and just rolled out the rest of the tale. Everyone was really listening, or doing a great job of pretending to. As a lead up to the part about the mini-flags, I pondered aloud "Who was going to have the flag for the last show?"
The response was immediate: "It totally has to be Kellie!"
One kid asked if it was Madame, but this idea got shot down right away. "No! It had to be Kellie." "If it's not Kellie I'm going to be so mad!" "Madame wouldn't do that. It would be like stealing or something."
A bit more later.
In Dallas, the only game that really mattered was in the word gamelan.