I've been teaching summer school, which has actually been fun. It's been nice to have a smaller class--and they'll all be in my class next year which is another benefit. We're almost done--it's a short summer school, 4 weeks--and on Wednesday they will be out. Today was a stormy day, and as I drove through the puddles and oceans in third-world east Houston, I could think about the conversation I had with my student earlier today:
9-year-old female student: I went to the park yesterday and saw [Rodrigo] playing soccer. [Rodrigo was absent today].
Me: That's cool. Do you play soccer?
Student: Yeah, I like it. I also saw a robber there. He took stuff from our house.
Me: Oh, okay. [Pause a minute]. What? You said you saw a robber at the park?
Student: Yeah. He escaped from jail.
Me: He escaped from jail, or they let him out?
Student: He escaped.
Me: Shouldn't they go take him back?
Student: Yeah.
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