Yesterday my English class was having a discussion on professions. What professions are there, what does each do, and where does that professional work. One student shared that she wants to be a chef. I asked, where does a chef work? They responded "en la cocina." I was waiting (and hoping) for someone who could respond in English, the target language. *LONG PAUSE* (Cue jeopardy theme song.)
"Profe! Me, me! I know!"
He seemed quite sure of the answer, so I let him proceed.
"Where?" I prompted.
"The chicken; the chef works in the chicken!"
Remembering that this is what I probably sounded like as I was learning Spanish, I held back the cackle that I wanted to release and said, "perhaps you mean the kitchen?"
"Oh yes, not the chicken, the kitchen."
Today during organic gardening (which I know nothing about, by the way) I was supervising a group of my 5th and 6th grade boys expend their energy by digging holes. They were digging away when one boy hit a rock. He proceeded to force the shovel into the ground, still clinking at the stubborn rock. Since the shovel looked like it had seen better days, I advised him to "be careful. You might hurt the shovel."
Looking puzzled he responded, "but teacher, the shovel doesn't have feelings."