|A One-Year-Old Young One in a Sink in a Hotel in Prague|
Young One: Mamma, do you think my English teacher already knows how to write in English?
Me: Sure she does.Why?
Young One (with a great imitation of an Italian with heavily accented English): I am really tired of "Ey-llo" and "Goooodbye." It's always "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ... 10." Or "Wot is dis?
|Easter Sunday in Vicenza|
This year the English classes are two hours a week, and I am surprised that it has taken her this long to complain. I've heard stories from friends (Italian / American mixed families) of how this scenario has played out in classrooms across this area; it's usually not a good thing for a multitude of reasons. Of course, at the semester she did not receive exceptionally high (read: the highest possible) marks in English, even though she is a native speaker and much of the first grade curriculum (that we've seen) is focused on speaking. Richard suggests perhaps the teacher is evaluating other things, like how well she can color or sit still for those weekly two hours. He may be on to something. We both want to believe that the teacher is doing the best that she can.
|In the Outfield (Vicenza)|
My knee-jerk reaction is "Whatever, I'll just teach her myself," but I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated and could lead to bigger problems over the five years of elementary school. I'm concocting a suggested plan of differentiated instruction (current buzzword in American education) for Young One for next school year. Ha. We'll see how well that goes over. I do know that the main teacher differentiates in her daily teaching; I have a feeling that this English teacher may not be so open to it, even with me providing support materials. I will tread softly.
I also realize that I need to take the English lessons at home to another level; she knows quite a bit, but I've been decidedly lazy about taking her further. The girl wants equal fluency. How strange to be able to read and write in your second language before being able to do so in your first language! Hmmm....is there, then, a true first and second for her? Do I have them confused? Is there such a thing as two firsts?
|Young One & Obi Out Back in the Paese|
I'm trying to curb the mocking of the teacher, nonetheless, but it's not always easy because her imitation is pretty much right on. She has the gift of hearing / knowing the nuances of both languages. She is pretty dang funny, too. I know, I know, I know... it's wrong, just wrong.
Wot is dis?
Dis is a bhadd gerrl.
Ha! Or maybe just a bad Mamma ;)