The difference a little song makes

Last week was the start of another school year at the German Saturday School in Frome. Some of the older children left us in July but we got some new children. It's a lovely group but a bit reluctant to sing. I love teaching German with songs, but don't really want to sing on my own!

So, what to do?

I showed them a video of a song. They watched it, loved it, wanted to hear it again and sang ....

Today they came running into the classroom asking to sing the song. One mum came in and asked whether I really taught them this song. Another mum told me the song alone would be reason enough for her son to attend.

I just played it to my (adult) son who thinks it's a very stupid song, but I agree with the children: it's brilliant!!!

So what is it?
Check it out for yourself:



Thanks Detlef, for this wonderful song! For more of Detlef Cordes' songs check out http://www.spiellieder.de/

New Year's Resolutions

No, not the ones you have on the 1st January, although losing weight and keeping fit wouldn't be a bad idea ;-)

I'm talking about the new school year that has just started.

With horror I noticed that I wrote my last blog in December 09.

Did I not have fun since then? Oh yes, I did!

Unfortunately, by the time I came home from lessons and did this and that and the other I forgot, and a few days, weeks or even months later it didn't seem right to post the funny incidents - stupid, I know!

So, I didn't write about the lovely mini theatre performance my

German Saturday School children performed (More pictures on http://www.facebook.com/angelikasgerman )

I didn't write about the student who needed the German word for toaster (it's Toaster btw). He didn't look it up but made up his own translation. He called it 'das Brötchenfeuer' (the bread roll fire).

I didn't write about the business client who showed me some emails he wrote in German and when I commented on the use of capital letters at the beginning of some nouns, verbs and adjectives, he replied:"Ah, I remembered you saying something about capital letters but couldn't remember where they go, so I just put them anywhere!"

And I didn't write about the evening class student who proudly told the rest of the class that he liked shooting "Ich schieße gern." Unfortunately he got the 'ie' mixed up with 'ei', which gave it a complete new meaning ... (I won't write it here but it has something to do with toilets).

Any other funny incidents I have already forgotten - shame!

So, my New Year's resolution, or this year's homework, is: MUST WRITE MORE BLOGS

Watch this space ...

One of the reasons why I love teaching adults

This blog post is not my work but that of a student. My adult conversation class students are taking turns in providing the rest of the class with a presentation and each time I am impressed with the quality of the presentation.
I asked last week's student, whether he would mind if I posted his presentation and he agreed, under the condition that I corrected his (few) mistakes.
So here it is:

Ein Alptraum in Frankreich

Letzte Woche hatte ich eine Geschäftsreise nach Aix en Provence in Frankreich, und ich hatte meinen schlimmsten Alptraum. Ich verlor meinen Pass - und ich spreche kein Französisch!
Ich ging zur städtischen Polizeiwache und sagte zur Empfangsdame,"Excusez moi, parlez vous Anglais?" Sie antwortete:"Yes." Puh!
Dann sagte ich (auf Englisch), "Ich habe meinen Pass verloren."
Sie sagte,"Dies ist die städtische Polizeiwache, aber Sie müssen den verlorenen Pass der staatlichen Polizei melden. Die staatliche Polizeiwache ist ungefähr ein Kilometer entfernt."
Also ging ich zur staatlichen Polizeiwache, ich ging hinein und fragte den Empfangchef, "Parlez vous Anglais?" und er sagte, "Non"

Mensch! Ich wünschte, dass ich Französisch gelernt hätte und nicht Deutsch!

Etwa fünfzehn Minuten später hatte der Empfangchef meine Einzelheiten aufgezeichnet und sagte auf Französich, "Setzen Sie sich und warten Sie."

Die Polizeiwache war sehr beschäftigt und der einzige verfügbare Sitzplatz war neben einer Prostituierten. Sie lächelte mich an und machte Platz für mich, aber ich setzte mich nicht und blieb stehen.

Eine Stunde später gab man mir Papiere mit einem offiziellen Stempel und der Polizist hat mir gesagt, dass ich zum britischen Konsulat fahren muss, sonst darf ich Frankreich nicht verlassen. Das Konsulat ist ungefähr 30 Kilometer von Aix en Provence entfernt und es kostete mich 70 Euro mit dem Taxi. Mir wurde dann am Konsulat ein vorrübergehender Pass ausgestellt. Der kostete 105 Euro und dann noch mal 70 Euro für das Taxi zurück nach Aix en Provence.

An diesem Tag habe ich keine Arbeit getan und es war ein teurer Tag für den Steuerzahler... und ich muss jetzt einen neuen Reisepass kaufen!

Reading presentations like this makes all evening work worthwhile, don't you agree?

Frau Davey und die 8 Zwerge

This is a story I recorded for the children of the German Saturday School Frome, so this is particularly for Rhys, Josef, Lennie, Henri, Carla, Ceci, Yona and Lydia.

Anybody else who would like to listen to a German story is of course invited to watch, too.

See if you can find the similarities to Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs....

New EU regulations?

While I was weeding my allotment yesterday, I remembered something a student told me a while ago. He is not just an avid German learner, he also has an allotment. So one day he decided to combine his two hobbies. He got some nice stones and started labelling all vegetables in English and German.
Within a short time he was asked by fellow allotmenteers, what type of vegetable that weird (German) name was. Each time he replied that it was a new variety. After a while he got bored with the same reply, so when he was asked again, he said "Haven't you heard about the new EU regulations? All vegetables on allotments have to be labelled in English and another language!"

I quite like the idea ;-)