In English
class, the ten to eleven year olds have been learning about currencies. In
advance of my first lesson as the teacher, my tutor directed me to the pages of
the textbook that she wanted me to cover in class. As it happened, the textbook
included a quiz about British currency so that evening I rummaged through my
suitcase and dug out the British notes and coins that I had packed away upon
arrival in Spain.
In the
previous lesson, the students had read an article that mentioned that US
dollars are made from cotton. I started my class by holding up a £5 note and asking
the students to guess what it was made out of. I was met with some very
sceptical expressions when I disclosed that it was made from neither paper nor
cotton. In a bid to elicit the answer from the students, I began to roughly
scrunch up my £5 note. Class 5 shouted, “No, Cate! Nooo!” but I continued,
despite their pleas. When I straightened out the note and showed that it was
none the worse for wear, someone finally twigged. “It’s made of plastic!”
I explained that
it was difficult to tear or damage a plastic banknote. I even mimed putting the
£5 note in my jacket pocket and throwing it into an imaginary washing machine
to demonstrate its durability. This demonstration required some enthusiastic acting
from me (whirring noises and a spinning arm) and a lot imagination from the
students. Luckily, Class 5 are an imaginative bunch and they quickly caught on.
I decided not to go into the disadvantages of the new banknotes as I suspected
that eliciting and then explaining that animal fat is also one of the materials
added during the production of polymer notes would take up far too much time in
a forty minute lesson and would only provoke more scepticism.
To allow the
students to take a closer look at British money, I handed out the note and some
coins and they began passing them around the class. No more than thirty seconds
had elapsed before one of the boys returned my fiver with a zig zag tear
through Winston Churchill’s face. In hindsight, I should probably have
explained that if you really try to
tear a plastic banknote, you will succeed.
Luckily, the
rest of my lesson passed without further mishap. We whizzed through a listening
exercise and I went through the meaning and form of ‘quid’ in preparation for
the quiz at the end of class. We practised saying ‘quid’ in a happy voice, a
sad voice, a bored voice, then an angry voice and finally a whisper. This drilling
method was a total hit with Class 5 who, I discovered, are keen actors
themselves. All the students correctly answered the question, “In informal
English, or slang, what do people sometimes call a pound?” during the quiz.
After my
first lesson as Class 5’s teacher, it was time to break for lunch, so I wandered
down to Valencia’s beautiful Parc de Capçalera. Whilst enjoying my walk in the
sunshine, I stumbled across a quiet spot by a large pond that I decided would
be the perfect place for sitting in the shade and doing lesson planning and blogging.
Over the subsequent week and half, I have returned to this spot a number of
times and discovered that it is also a favourite hangout spot for a family of
turtles (pictures below). As I finish writing this post, I can hear the turtles
splashing around together in the water below.
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