Honestly, now.

Well, it finally happened.  I was hoping it wouldn’t, but it did.  I made it through the first week of having a dog before it occurred.  And who was I kidding?  I knew it would happen eventually.

One of my students threatened to eat my dog.

They were kidding.  (Or were they?)  No, really she was kidding.  And technially, she was talking about boiling the puppy.  It was pretty funny to hear the kids joke about their own stereotype.  (A side note: most of my students have never tried dog meat.  )  They seem to be pretty well aware of how to shock the American.

I got her back later in the class.  The student mentioned she had a hamster and the hamster died.  I said, “Oh, did you boil your hamster?”   She laughed and denied boiling the misfortunate hamster.  However, she did admit to wanting to boil her brother because “he is very naughty and annoying.”

Days like today, I love my job.  Really love my job.