my posse
I had my last English conversation group today after school. We met an hour earlier than usual but still chatted right on through two periods. Let me tell you, if you ever have to lead a conversation group and are worried about keeping the conversation lively, invite a whole bunch of 16-year-old girls. I have my own personal posse of them, three or four who've been coming loyally every week. We meet in the halls all the time around school. They're sweet and funny and bubbly, and around them, conversation never lags. It's good fun. We sometimes play games or have show 'n' tell with pictures, and then we always end up just chatting. It starts out about half German and half English (with me contributing more than my share of the English half), and then by the end of the hour we're down to all German, because their English is neither fast nor animated enough for their stories. Which are mostly about boys, American boys, Florida, and Germany's Next Topmodel. Eventually I just sit back and listen to the rapid-fire superlatives: it was SO embarrassing (voll peinlich), and he was SO cute (voll süß)!
Today, for our last meeting, they wrote a sweet farewell note on the chalkboard, and someone brought snacks. Tomorrow I'll have a picture; today the camera didn't work.
Today, for our last meeting, they wrote a sweet farewell note on the chalkboard, and someone brought snacks. Tomorrow I'll have a picture; today the camera didn't work.
