So I’m running through this spiel about piñatas, and the class is starting to lose interest.
“Okay, now I want everyone to read along with me.”
This is a risky move. It gets the kids involved, but in my last class they didn’t quite understand the concept of reading along with me. I don’t feel like explaining it. They should know this, right?
Thankfully, this class does. Now we’re all reading together about the four steps for making a piñata.
That’s when it hits me. Around the part about popping the balloon, my stomach turns.
I’m like, Hmm, I’m not feeling so good. I might have to use the restroom before me next class.
By the time we start step #4, though, I realize I’m not going to make it even to the end of this class. Quick! What are you going to do, Marshall?
We finish reading.
“Alllllllllllllll right! Here’s what we’re going to do. Here are some papers. I want you to write and tell me everything you know about piñatas, everything you’ve learned from this section.”
I hand out the papers. Hurry, I’m thinking. Walking around the room isn’t helping.
“You can use your books for information,” I continue, “But I don’t want you to copy any sentences directly out of there. Make up your own sentences. Tell me what piñatas are made of, how we play with them, what’s inside, whatever. Okay?”
I don’t let them answer.
“Great. Now I’m going to run to the bathroom. You write. No slacking.”
And I literally run to the restroom.
I’ll spare the details there and just say that at least everything went down, not up.
It was the first I’d been sick in Korea. And I wasn’t even really sick. I felt fine half an hour later. Let’s hope it stays that way. But yeah, when you got to go, you got to go.
