What can I say except, “I survived third semester, and all I got was this lousy underarm chafing from sweating so damn much and having to work in deadly heat all day for six days straight.”
Actually I got out of it easy. The majority of the the teachers, including Becky, got sick from the heat during the week. Anyway, the stupid, pointless and much-loathed “Third Semester: English Camp” is now over, but I made sure it wasn’t a total loss. I did make a splash (oy, bad joke).
Because it is so hot I started a tradition last year of including water in my third semester class. Last year I brought a water gun to class and anyone who did not participate, or got the wrong answer during trivia, or complained, or generally annoyed me, got squirted. This year it was water balloons. I played a game at the end of class that had absolutely nothing to do with English and was only about how soaked I could make a few students. But on the last day a lot of students were going directly to the bus to go home after class, so I didn’t want to get them wet. I turned the game around and let the winning team of students try to soak me. They were very hesitant to do so (the whole teacher respect thing) but they eventually gleefully got into it. I retaliated a little but only at their feet. It was fun and a student hiding in the doorway got some pictures for me.
Luckily third semester has now been cancelled for future school years, so my tradition was short lived.
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