Tastes like Hamburger

Today I was talking to my students about summer vacation in the US. They were all amazed by the length of it (as am I, now that I think about it), and the fact that some students do part-time work.

Somehow, the Q and A veered away from summer vacation, and into asking Megan Sensei personal questions territory. I didn't really mind, because at least they were paying attention!

My most hilarious and devious student, Ryoichiro, asked me (in Japanese), what my first kiss tasted like. It was a bit of a devilish question, but I thought about it and gave him a fairly honest answer. I said that it tasted like hamburger! Of course, everyone laughed, and then they asked, "Why?"

Mr. Kentaro (the English teacher) said something about differences in countries, and then it occured to Ryoichiro that a Japanese first kiss probably tastes like rice! We all laughed even more. My eyes were even tearing up.

As hilarious as it was, I think Ryoichiro was right. A Japanese first kiss would most likely taste like rice (or fish)!

By the way, I remember my first boyfriend usually tasted like Taco Bell when I kissed him, but my students don't know what Taco Bell is!

I understand exactly what my seventh grade student, Kouta is talking about.

"I play computer. I don't play homework. I sutudy English. I don't love Monday!!"

I also play computer (and DS). I definitely don't play homework. Could reading books be considered "sutudy English"? And I most certainly don't love Mondays, either!

Ahhh, international communication.