On the weekends, we in the foreigner community here always like to tell our teaching tales from the week. We live in somewhat of a warped community, where everyone who speaks the same language has the same job. Which means we have the same stories, same surprises and same complaints.

And we always say to each other: “Don’t you wish we could see each other in the classroom? How funny would it be to see each other act like complete clowns?”

But today, I wasn’t thinking about my friends and fellow native English teachers when I sang and danced in front of 12 low-level second graders and their smiling parents. I was thinking about my own Mom. And how hard she would laugh at this strange person entertaining second graders.

It would be funny because singing and dancing and being a teacher is just not me. There is not a shred of Lindsay Teacher in Real Lindsay. Especially when it comes to Open Class day.

To make matters harder on Lindsay Teacher, the class I had planned for was cancelled yesterday when a colleague became sick and I was reassigned to her class. With her lesson plans. With her song and dance (which I would have never considered in my own prior plans.)

So before I knew it, I was singing (and dancing) to: