San Francisco inspires such unmitigated naughtiness that it can be hard to write a printable post about the place. But here goes…
On my first ever time there last year , I visited the school where my honorary Californian little sister Lisa teaches First Grade, entirely in Spanish. She’d come a long way since our Spanish classes in Buenos Aires with our Communist teacher César.
Some of her students were Hispanic; others had parents who wanted their children to be bilingual. In Second Grade, a small portion of their classes will be in English, which will increase as the years go on.
I wondered – what am I going to say to these kids? I showed them Australian plastic 5, 10 and 20 dollar notes, wet them under a tap, and demonstrated how quickly they’d dry off. I passed them around and took questions. One of the kids asked me why there was clear plastic in the bottom right hand corner of the 5 dollar note. I’m not sure I was that good at explaining, in Spanish, to a group of six-year-olds, about guarding against counterfeit money or ‘efectivo falso‘, but what the hell, I tried!
I’m visiting San Fran again next month, so maybe I’ll have another printable post soon.
Enjoy, sounds very interesting.