The First Third: Frauds, Facebook, Frogs

Depending on the day of the week my angels and I begin our day with some form of impromptu P.E., art or music class. As I am not qualified to teach any of these, these 40 minutes usually consist of a lot of nervous eye shifting and mumbling on my part. Luckily nine-year-olds still think it’s more satisfying to eat the glue than to create a masterpiece.

Watching these kids eat glue, I am reminded of a defining moment of my middle schooling, which became my first insight into the power of media and the repulsiveness of squealers. In fifth grade, one of my friends (we’ll call her Heather) dumped a few ounces of glue on a less-than-popular girl’s (we’ll call her Leigh) chair, who expectedly and hilariously sat in it, and then expectedly and hilariously cried. Now, I did not take any part in this prank, but I did snicker uncontrollably causing Heather to assume she was the funniest person in class (which she wasn’t. This title was held by one Tony Riley). The point is, Heather bragged about this for weeks, months, a whole year, but then in sixth grade she was invited with nine other students from my school to be part of a local-programming shitty-quality talk show cleverly titled, Kid Talk, where a host with gelled hair and a polo shirt asked select students about trials and tribulations of being a pre-teen so they could connect with other angsty pre-teens who were skipping school at 12 p.m. on a Wednesday just so they could catch the fun on air. That show really needed a better producer.

ANYWAYS, Heather was asked by our gelled host, “Tell us about a time you were peer-pressured to do something you were uncomfortable with and how you handled the situation.” And Heather, without skipping a mother f*cking beat says, “Well, once my friend Kaleigh told me to dump glue on our friend Leigh’s chair. I said I wouldn’t because that wouldn’t be nice, so she took the bottle and did it herself.” Well, as I watched this unfold with my classmates on a recorded VHS the day after it aired, my mouth literally hung open. I frantically glanced around making eye contact with everyone in my class who seemed to conveniently forget that Heather was bragging about this deed LITERALLY two days previous during recess. Even Heather herself was shameless enough to look me in the eyes and give me a “how could you be so childish” glare. Leigh never talked to me again after that and I vowed to never become a journalist even though I would eventually receive a degree in mass communication…. People will do and say anything when sat in front of a camera or a recorder, and do it with conviction.

But I digress. After first period I have 40 minutes of a “planning period,” which basically means Facebooking and teaching myself 4th grade science. The kids love science, even though they don’t understand a single paragraph in the book. It must be the pictures and the strange disillusion they all have that they will be dissecting frogs at the end of this year. I’m sorry, but the previous teacher who told them this lie should be banned from education. I can’t even find decent floss in Honduras, how do they think I’m going to produce 30 frogs floating in formaldehyde? Telling these little doe-eyed chiquitos that we are going to do no such thing is the second time I’ve broken their hearts – the first is when I told them no, you will not be receiving candy every time you finish an assignment. Seriously, who is teaching these kids?

Science is refreshingly fun though. The day I was explaining the incredible concept of the chromosome was the first time I had the complete attention of everyone, which is saying a lot. Anyone who has taught knows that never happens unless you’re holding a dead preserved frog.

The second third will come soon...