Che successo?
Che successo? (What happened?) is haunting me....
Through my daily interactions with children at work I often have to ask "What's happened?", like all teachers around the world. However, when you don't speak the same language as the children it makes life a bit trickier to attain an answer. Imagine...two children crying, one walking off. I come over "What's happened?". I am faced with a fast, snot drive, bawl from both children. Hmmm....I repeat the question. Yep, still unrecognisable words.
Da, da-da, da, da-da, daaaaaa (a fanfare) as my amazing teaching assistant comes to my rescue. She can speak Italian and English, I call it cheating. "Help me!". And here it comes...."Che successo?" (pronounced k-e soo-ch-e-so, or thereabouts!) Within seconds the problem is resolved and off the children trot. One day I will be able to decipher the code of one worded Italian noises all-by-my-self.
And so...I move on to another time where I exclaimed "what happened?!"
I was given a quick recipe for Dauphinoise Potatoes by my Mum, via Skype. What good that was when I didn't actually follow the darn thing I don't know! Next time I will definitely follow the recipe so I remember the stock and use a lower temperature. I'm not really a fan of having to carefully chip through a black cloud of burnt milk to reach my potatoes and carrots. Thankfully it tasted alright.
Finally. I leave you with this question:
What happened to this Christmas card between the 16th of December 2011, when it was franked in the Portsmouth sorting office, and today, when I received it in the post? Where has it been for twenty-four days? Any guesses? (The advent calender card from my Mum is still to arrive, and a birthday card from my bro.)
Through my daily interactions with children at work I often have to ask "What's happened?", like all teachers around the world. However, when you don't speak the same language as the children it makes life a bit trickier to attain an answer. Imagine...two children crying, one walking off. I come over "What's happened?". I am faced with a fast, snot drive, bawl from both children. Hmmm....I repeat the question. Yep, still unrecognisable words.
Da, da-da, da, da-da, daaaaaa (a fanfare) as my amazing teaching assistant comes to my rescue. She can speak Italian and English, I call it cheating. "Help me!". And here it comes...."Che successo?" (pronounced k-e soo-ch-e-so, or thereabouts!) Within seconds the problem is resolved and off the children trot. One day I will be able to decipher the code of one worded Italian noises all-by-my-self.
And so...I move on to another time where I exclaimed "what happened?!"
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I was given a quick recipe for Dauphinoise Potatoes by my Mum, via Skype. What good that was when I didn't actually follow the darn thing I don't know! Next time I will definitely follow the recipe so I remember the stock and use a lower temperature. I'm not really a fan of having to carefully chip through a black cloud of burnt milk to reach my potatoes and carrots. Thankfully it tasted alright.
Finally. I leave you with this question:
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| Where have I been? |
What happened to this Christmas card between the 16th of December 2011, when it was franked in the Portsmouth sorting office, and today, when I received it in the post? Where has it been for twenty-four days? Any guesses? (The advent calender card from my Mum is still to arrive, and a birthday card from my bro.)
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