This kid is smarter than I gave him credit for

“Ok class,” I said with 5 minutes left last Friday. “Do you want to sing?”

“Yes!” my sixieme students yelled back at me. The ages of my students in this class range from 11-17. This is their first time being exposed to English, and I had recently taught them how to say “My name is.”

“Alright class. I will sing. You will listen.” I then launched into a badly remixed version of Eminem’s “My name is,” a song that with complete lyrics would be entirely inappropriate for a classroom of 11-17 year olds. However, sticking to just the chorus is passable as practice of the English language. I snapped my fingers. “My name is.” Another snap. “My name is.” Snap. “My name is.” Snap. “Madame Emily.”

The class erupted in laughter. “Teacher me! Teacher me!” My students said furiously waving their hands in the air. I called on a couple to sing before I got to John.

He stood and snapped his fingers. “My name is.” Snap. “My name is” Snap. “My name is.” Snap. “Eminem.”

John totally caught me.