I Saw the Sign Follow-up

So I didn't have to teach sign language. My boss (luckily) watched the youtube clip and realized that that shit was crazy hard so she called it off. Good thing, because I hadn't watched it but once. But because I was stressing so much about all that finger wagging, I was utterly unprepared for all my other classes.

Now. When I find myself utterly unprepared for classes, which, in full disclosure, happens pretty much all the time, I have to think on my feet. I have to pretend to know what I'm doing. And I have to make up games. Sometimes all I can do is just start talking and see what happens. So yesterday, I sat everyone down (all four students. side note: you would think that less students would make an unprepared teacher's job easier. Wrong. What games can you play with four people? Four square? Yes. Except that's a sport. And this is musical theater class. Just try playing mafia with four kids. Try it. I dare you.) and did just that. I started talking.

Turns out that what you you CAN do with four students is make up a story about a super chihuahua (I cannot believe I spelled that right on my first TRY.) and act it out. Many times in a row. For an hour.

"Super Chi, Mrs. Fluffy Shirt and the Poison Coconut Juice" was our creation. It involved a plane flight to hawaii, strawberry daiquiris (I did NOT spell that correctly on my first try.) barking, a sad girl named Lily, talking palm trees, secret passwords, death by poison, fist-fights and, of course, a kick line.

They performed it four times. I sat and watched. And gave notes.

They didn't care about my notes.

But they effing loved my story.

Class dismissed.