Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Mun Ty�harjoitus (tai Ty�harjoitelu..aka My Work Practice)

Today (Dec. 2) was my first day working in an elementary school.
So during my studies I will have to have 6 weeks of "ty�harjoitus" - which means getting myself a position in my field (which I don't actually have - since I have a variety of experiences but I don't carry a diploma or certificate)...I had originally opted for a baking position...then I thought of early hours...and in the darkness of December?  Too hard.
It's being split into two three-week periods...we'll do the next round in the spring and probably at a different location.
So I decided to go with teaching English and being an assistant to the teachers.
I'll post this once a week or every so often - but I'll try and write a bit everyday!!
I'm scheduled to work with the same teacher and group of kids for two days in a row.

Day 1:  Grade 5 - 20 kids - 2 teachers and me

Within five minutes of the kids' sitting down, there's some announcements - that can't be taken too seriously as the volume is so low and nobody is listening to them.
Then I hear some music - I know it's in a Shrek movie - it's instrumental and the kids are asked to be quiet. I KNOW it's not the national anthem....but the kids are instantly silent.
The teacher greets the children with a "Hyv� Huomenta!" (Good morning)
And the kids respond with respect.
One girl is late and she knocks before entering, goes to the teacher to apologize for her tardiness then sits down.
One boy is late - and doesn't apologize and right off the bat - I realize he's the "trouble maker".  There's one in every class isn't there?  (Not that I like giving labels - but since I can't write their names - no matter how common they may be! - I'll have to stick with various nick names.)
Well, after 45 minutes of chit chat - which included a blurb about where I'm from - the kids have recess for 25 minutes!
I'm pretty sure I had 15 minutes as a kid...then again - this is Finland.
I asked the teacher while we were outside on supervision duty if having so many breaks and shorter classes reduces fighting and she said yes - because it burns more energy when they're not studying or focusing on being taught something.
"But of course we have the occasional fist fight...but it doesn't happen often!"

Well, once the happy chiming of the bells go off - the kids file back inside and one kid has snow all over his face.
At first I think, "snow ball - wow, we're not allowed throwing them in school in Canada!" (At least when I was a kid...circa 1990-something...HELLO DINOSAURS!)
Turns out you're not allowed throwing snowballs here either.
The kids are in class and the teacher questions what happened among the boys.
Well, turns out that Trouble-Maker kid - might also have a case of the "Anger Management Issues" too.  We'll call him "Angry Birds" (so appropriate as Finland is the country that brings you those green pigs and red/yellow/blue/green birds).
Angry Birds tries to justify his reasoning for kicking another kid in the eye - which is swelling a bit, red but not purple or black....and the teacher asked me if I understood what's going on.
Unfortunately, Kids Kicking Another Kid in The Face 101, was not part of my lessons... - but I faked it and I think I understood some anyways.
The smallest kid in the class - who has interesting English vocabulary (keep reading!)- confirms that Angry Birds was at fault and while he's protesting the truth of witnesses - the teacher looks at me again and says, "This is the special kid who you ask him a simple question and all he does is BLAH BLAH BLAH!"
It was soooo hard to keep a straight face - because she said this in English and the kids have studied some!
Then the kids had some more energy burning sessions and got to play dodge ball...and Angry Birds was mega mad that he got tagged out easily (even though they had some weird system where you could get back in the game if your opponent got someone tagged out)....
I went to the city library attached to the school - which was gorgeous - and I caught the boys being a bit rowdy and asked them to be quiet.
So - Little One points at his best bud and whispers loudly to me, "Hi!  He's STUPID....so stupid...He's a MO-RWON!" (moron)
I told him that wasn't very nice and to keep quiet in the library - and he looks at me then runs off...quietly.

The whole class had a biology test this afternoon and while they were asked to sort their desks apart from their groups and into nice, neat rows....they were allowed to use their text books.
A friend who is a teacher said she docked points if a text book was used...but I don't know if that was the case today.

The afternoon was laid back and I had handicrafts with some older girls (the school is grades 1-6...so 7 years old to 13 years old) and unfortunately I finished all the yarn I had on me with the hat I was working on.
So I helped about when asked and started to make a gingerbread lady felt toy.
Then the power went out.
In all the four years I've lived here - never had a power outage.  This lasted 15-20 minutes...I thought this happened in the countryside!!!!
Oh and the handicraft teacher kind of looked like Ellen DeGeneres...I felt like dancing whenever I looked at her...but maybe that'd scare the crap out of her.

Day 2
We had art class and were given a huge sheet of thick paper and some paints and told to paint  around the edges towards the center but leave a blank spot in the center.
Then kids started drawing random things - so I joined in.
Turned out the point was to draw something involved with the time of day.
I tried drawing my dog, a cupcake and random words...then I  penciled in "LOVE" in the center, on a diagonal - and wrote in black pen words that went with "love" and all around the center word.  After, I erased Love and the inked words formed the shape of the word.
Well, Angry Birds thought I was AMAZING...and earned more cool points.

It was another teacher's birthday and he brought in donuts...and someone brought in a traditional Finnish mocha cake in the staff lounge/lunch room...usually chocolate looking, a tad dry and with chocolate frosting and sprinkles...
An older male teacher walks in - and this is what kills me...Finns know the MOST RANDOM things in English.
I get up to fill my water bottle and he bends at the pelvis, sticks his hands out in a "come-hither" way and starts to thrust himself towards the mocha cake and says,
"Come to Daddy...oh yeah baby...come to Daddy..."

This was to a cake...and I had to bite my tongue HARD (as I was just going past his back when he started doing his little dance and chant) so I didn't burst out laughing at him...seeing as I was the only native English speaker in the room...

Day 3
I had one period of English first thing in the morning with a substitute of the teacher who is my supervisor (technically) and turns out to be her son as well - and he had no idea about where I was from or why I was even in the school.
During that class, they were prepping for an up-coming test and one kid that sits alone in the front (probably because he's the trouble-maker) wanted to ask me a question and the teacher sub said, "Ask her."
Well, the kid had a fit and thought he said, "A**hole".
So of course, he's screeching in Finnish and suddenly screams, "A**hole!"  The teacher sub firmly tells him to sit down, settle down and to ask me a question if he had one.  (He didn't.)
Few minutes later, we're about to play Snakes and Ladders in English in their text books - and kid in the front (we'll call him "Mr. Extensive Vocabulary") stands up, flexes his muscles and screams:
"F**k the b**ch!"
I was so stunned at this random burst that my eyes nearly fell out of my head and the teacher looked at me and was equally stunned too.  He got a firm lecture and had to apologize to the teacher (it wasn't directed to me).
But yes, by the time I got home, I had a good chuckle - not that I approve of kids swearing - because I don't!  But it was SO random...and of all things to know in a 2nd language?!
After telling hubby about this - he wondered out loud, "I wonder where he learned that from?"
Seeing as their tests were about fruit, animals and where they are from - I doubt Mr. Extensive Vocabulary learned it in class!
Then again - the radios do not censor swear words in English music they play...so it's another possibility he learned it from there...or a movie.

One girl was super sweet and gave me a paper fan...and sang me a song in Finnish.  She even sat with me at lunch time...and didn't hold a grudge - despite me kicking her butt in Snakes and Ladders twice.  And she understood my Finnglish.

Then I'm with a different teacher - a fairly popular one from the looks of the kids' faces whenever he walked by and the cheerful "MOI! Hei!" from all the star-struck/swooning girls of various ages...
Anyhow, it's also a different grade - grade 3.  It's the first year that they start to learn English as a second language too!
I introduced myself with the typical: "My name is Dominique and I'm a Canadian.  I've lived in Finland for 4 years.  I have two boys and two dogs" - in Finnish AND English...so they could hear what words are similar in both languages and which weren't.
Then the questions came.  I mean - the grade 5's didn't ask me anything.
  • "How old are you?" (this was asked at least twice)
  • "Do you like cats/grapes/apples?"  - the grapes and apples is on their test soon...
  • "Do you know Sidney Crosby?"
How is it, that a bunch of 9-10 year olds know who Sidney Crosby is, but any other die-hard ice-hockey fan (Finnish men usually) - have no idea who I'm talking about?!
Well, this blogger got even more awesome points and respect when I told them I'm actually from the same city(ish) as Sid the Kid.  And that no, I don't know him personally, but a friend saw him and has a photo with him from the airport in Texas.
This class had a TONNE of energy - which was great...but the teacher confided it was hard to find ways to get them to concentrate some times because they are everywhere.
Which was later confirmed by the other handicraft teacher (not the one who looks like Ellen) and I was mega impressed because she had 3 or 4 different craft stations on the go for this 1 class.
Even in music class, the music teacher gave up on yelling to get their attention - and just used a microphone in the music room.  I don't blame her at all.

They also teach religious studies in Finland.  Yep - even in elementary school.
The day's lesson was fairly basic.  They don't do it from the Bible, as far as I know (I haven't seen one yet) but from a school text book called "T�hti 3" (Star grade 3).  It had some colourful pictures, some text and seemed to be fairly basic in terms of lessons.
It was all about Joseph and Mary giving birth to baby Jesus and that the Angel Gabriel told them to name their baby Jesus.
They have notebooks with half lined paper, half blank - and they had to write a few sentences and then draw pictures imitating the book.
The religious studies teacher was an older man and when I told him we don't study religion in Canada during our basic school years (unless you go to a Church of some sort, study independently or choose to study in university) - he said he's sure Finland will go the same way in the future.
He didn't necessarily agree with the idea of teaching religion in school and I can only assume (as this was  quick conversation) that it's because there are so many different religions in the world.  But it's part of the curriculum and his job - so he does it.
He told me as well, that they do have Jehovah Witness students, and they have their own teacher - interesting!  I'm not sure if it's another teacher that happens to be a JW too or they have a member of that religion visit the school to educate the kids.
They don't do morning prayers either - like some schools in the USA used to (maybe some still do - but I wouldn't know).
Finland is primarily Lutheran based.

Day 4
I was with a grade two class - a group of less than 12 kids (I think some were sick) and they had math class. They're about 8 years old and learning fractions and already know their division (up to 12), multiplication tables (up to 12), addition and subtraction.

Because today (Dec. 5) is the day before the Finnish Independence Day (Dec. 6, 1917) - the whole school went outside and had a few scouts carry torches in, raise the Finnish flag, sing songs, wave flags and then we went back inside.
So today was quite relaxed since tomorrow is a holiday in Finland - and I helped mostly with the arts and crafts for our group.  They coloured flags, folded them and glued them to strands of yarn and I got to pin them up on the board...
Here's the dumb moment I had (there's always at least 1...):
Mr. Cute teacher says, "Hey Dominique - looking good!"
Well, I was surprised - I didn't even have a shower this morning! HA!
I say thanks then realize he's giving me a thumbs up and looking behind me...

At the garlands of Finnish flags I just finished pinning up.

Go me.
I also had two periods of gym/sports with kids and the most popular game is Tag.  But it's not just "TAG - you're OUT!"
Noo....it's once you get tagged, you have to freeze into a random position and someone has to "free you" by imitating your pose!
Then it was basketball with the grade 1 kids - and since the amount of kids were odd - I got to help with dribbling exercises and such.  One of those exercises had me teamed up with a girl who wasn't overly sporty...she missed the ball a couple of times when I passed it to her - and it kind of smacked her in the face.
She laughed.  Hey! I'm not complaining!!
The grade 3's had the same activities but a bit more running around, a proper game and harder basketball drills...it was fun!
I was complimented on my stop and pass...I didn't have the heart to tell him that in order to grow up in the North End properly - one must know how to handle a basketball...even if it's only basic stuff!

Next week I'm with new teachers every two days..one who just got back from a long time sick-leave...and hopefully had some sort of warning that a Canadian was coming over for a bit.

Time to enjoy the weekend!  I'll try and compile a massive list of major differences between Finnish schools and North American ones...soon...

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

A Drunk Versus A Doctor

You're probably thinking that the title of this post is some sort of bar-fight kind of joke in Finland.
No it's not - sorry.

A couple of days ago, my husband returned from Germany and I instantly rushed to catch the bus so I could go downtown and relish in my freedom from the children and the dogs and pick up groceries for everyone.  Exciting - I know.

As I rushed to the bus stop nearby an older gentleman was standing near and backed up - perhaps out of politeness or perhaps out of pure fear of the crazy lady speed walking with a strong look of determination on her face.
He then decided to sit beside me and I had about 7 minutes to kill, so I began to crochet.
DM (Drunk man) didn't smell too badly of booze but his bag he had contained empty bottles and eventually he struck a conversation up with me.  I think he was asking if I was from Japan.
I apologized and said I don't speak Finnish.
"Ohhhhh you speak English?" he says in a rusty voice that has been abused by too many cigarettes and booze.
I nod, smile and get back to my crocheting.
He starts another conversation, asking if I was knitting a "pipo" - a winter cap or "toque" as Canadians know it...(This was in Finnish).
I shook my head and said hesitantly, "Ei.  Takki?" (No. Jacket?)
He nodded and smiled and I think asked if I had kids or was expecting one (gee thanks) and I said, "I have kaksi poika" (I have two boy).  He nodded and smiled (I was crocheting a pink sweater for a tiny baby so obviously it's not for me he figures) and asked how old they were.
"Uks poika on kaksi vuotta (one boy is 2-years old) ja uks poika on kymmenen (and one boy is 10)".
He looked me strangely because it's odd that I have a 2 and 10 year old - then I motioned low to the ground and said 10 again in Finnish and said "vauva (baby)".
Months is a hard word for me to pronounce but he figured it out.
He then decided to show off his new sneakers and talk a bit and the same story to some other lady waiting.
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough money to get on the bus so I never saw him again.

Fast forward a couple of days and I finally get the call from the doctor about V's knee x-rays.
I managed to make out her name (Helena) and that's it.  She is literally waiting for me to tell her why she is calling me.
In the mean time, V is out the door and rushing through the parking lot...and I'm on the phone trying to get V to a speech therapy appointment...and bring the stroller and make sure he doesn't get killed.
"Are you a doctor?  I asked for x-ray results." -me
"Yes.............................................(about 5-10 seconds pause) I am a doctor............where did you have x-rays?" -her
"At the hospital!" (DUH?!) - me
"Oh......................................I don't see you visiting or having x-rays....."
"NOT FOR ME!  My son! (insert name)" - me
"...............................................What is his number?" - her

This is the fun part.   Everyone in Finland has a social security number made up of their birthday and some combination at the end.  This identifies you and is used for EVERYTHING:

  • Kela card
  • Application papers (even day-care)
    • Insurance
    • Residence Permits 
    • Bank accounts
    • Cell phones
    • Etc.
So - it's pretty simple - first numbers are 03.
"Zero, three (insert remaining numbers)" -me
"...................zero................" -her
"Yes, like "oh" or 'zero'" - me
"............................................................zero.....................hmm............Ok I say 1,2,3 you stop me.  1..........2...................3........." - her
"Nalle!" me desperately trying in Finnish - Nalle is Winnie the Pooh...it should have had a more "o" sound instead.
"..........zero..........." -her
"LIKE NOTHING!" - by this point I have captured V and strapped him in his stroller and am hoofing it down the road to the therapist's office.
"OH!  Zero - yes I understand!"
She tells me after that she will call the nurse and call me back.
By the time she does, the phone reception is bad in the office but I manage to hear her say the x-ray results are okay.

I just wanted to know if it will affect him in the future but I guess that's out of the question because she called from a central number in the hospital and they never called me back.

So, in short - the drunk understood my Finnglish (excuse the poor spelling above!) and the doctor did not know the word "zero".  A friend pointed out that everyone knows "zero", especially "Coke Zero" - but if she's a doctor, she probably doesn't drink it.  And YES I realize English is not her strong point but most doctors here DO speak SOME level of English...

And this is just another one of those "experiences"....

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Finnish Top 90 Problems!

If you're on Facebook and you have a Finnish friend or two on there - then you may have seen this site, Finnish Problems.

They're all the same image - of an older man with long hair and a thick beard - probably portraying the ever-so-famous V�in�m�inen - complete with a Kannel (an old traditional musical instrument) and a bottle of Finnish vodka.

I wonder if Jay-Z could write a new rap song, "Finland's Got 90 Problems (Thus Far)..."

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Possibly My Blondest Moment Yet...

OH dear.....yep I had one of "those" nights last night.  Not a binge-drinking one or stuffing my face with cake and ice cream while crying and watching chick flicks alone in the dark...no.  I had one of those "DUH" moments and then acted on it which made it into a "super DUH" moment...

Ready?

I went out to meet my friends with our dogs on the lake last night and there's a new person there with a very tall dog that looks like a whippet but a bit thicker.
He wore a coat and a reflective vest and was very fast and handsome!

I introduced myself and asked what kind of dog he was.
"A police dog" she said.
"Ohhh cool.  What are you training him to do?" -me
"To run in the fields".
I was thinking "What would be the point of that?!"
So I just simply nodded and said "Ahhh."

Later on, as we hiked in the woods surrounding the lake, I thought I'd be friendly again and asked her, "So are you a police officer or just his trainer?"
She looks at me and says, "I don't understand?"
So I repeated my question...and she looked so terribly confused.
Then I asked, "You said earlier he was a police dog right?  Like he'll learn to sniff for drugs or chase down bad guys - right?"

(And here's the punch line you've all been waiting for...)

"Oh no!  I'm not police!  He is a POLISH HOUND DOG.  I got him imported from Poland and he's a hunting dog breed."

Holy cow did I feel like an idiot.
Someone should just buy me a big box of blonde hair dye soon....

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Old Colleagues Say The Oddest Things...

I had made a Chinese friend last year...I still cannot remember her name....I met her in Silinteri and we chatted and she even made me pork dumplings from scratch!  (Yes I know - from scratch and I can't even remember her name).

She lived in Finland for the last 12 years (probably 13 by now) and still didn't speak ANY Finnish...okay - I'm not feeling too bad now! Ha.

She was studying in Finland piano and other music-related things and offered to teach me Chinese and piano..excellent.

I lost her email address....and she ended up leaving for China.

Fast forward a year (almost exactly - now that I think about it!)- I saw her yesterday at Silinteri again - and wow!  She remembered me (not my name either - so I don't feel too bad.  I think we're on the same boat here...) and was shocked as heck to see me with not one but two kids.
She asked if I had a girl and I said no, two boys...then she told me I should try again.  WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE WANTING US TO HAVE MORE?!
I said nope two is enough and she just laughed me off...

I thought she moved back to China permanently but I guess not.

She asked how I've been and I apologized profusely that I lost her email and furthermore - lost the coat that had the piece of paper with her address on it (in the pocket).  She totally expected me to remember her address (where she lived - not the email) and said I should come over some time.
I remember she lived in the student village and got the wrong building letter when I guessed.  Oops.  (She gave me a look like, "It's so easy - how you not remember?!")
Anyway, she wrote her email down again....and went on her merry little way after inspecting what I was potentially buying.  (And asking me how much the items were....nosy nosy.)

Tonight, I went for a walk with Loki to S Market to get some diapers and stuff I had forgotten earlier and guess what?
Yup, she saw me again.  She was shocked at how big Loki is (he's a medium-sized dog...about 60 lbs/32 kg) and asked me if I had a big flat to have such a big dog.

**Insert thick Chinese accent for her part**

"Well, sorta - it's big enough but we actually have 2 dogs!  My older one is a bit bigger than this dog." I responded.
"WAHHHHHHHHH!! You have 2 big dogs?!  You like cats?!" - her (shying away from Loki who was trying to sniff her bag of groceries)
"Yes, I like cats and dogs.  We actually have four cats but they live in Canada." - me (pulling Loki away and making him sit)
"WAHHHHHHHH!  You like cats?!" - her
"Yes I do." - me
 "You want one?  I have one and I give it to you!"- her

(Please note:  It was about -2*C, dark and snowing and the store was about to close in 30 minutes...and I am stunned.  And not because it was cold!)

"Uhhh - no sorry I can't take the cat.  I don't have THAT much space." - me (and I also have a 2-year old that would probably LOVE to throw cat litter everywhere and experiment with a clay-based/semi organic and smelly diet...eww.)

"Ohhh that's a too bad! Okay, bye bye!" - her

Now, let me say what YOU are probably thinking....
"She's Chinese and didn't want to eat the cat?"
Yep - I said it.  Not to her!  But I couldn't stop laughing after she left and I was tucked away in the store aisles replaying the conversation in my head.
My husband just smacked his face and walked away when I told him this story when I came home.
(He would've freaked if I adopted her cat - in case you're wondering...and I have far too much yarn kicking around to have a cat!  A 2-year old is difficult enough!!!)

(Before you get your panties in a knot - I am Chinese and make fun of myself all the time....it's just a joke.)

Friday, February 11, 2011

The funniest Finnish saying yet!

The other night I went to a friend's place as she was hosting the knitting night and I brought these Domino truffles (recipe can be found on Kraft under "Oreo truffles").  Well, one of the ladies took a bite and didn't say anything at first...and then she kind of made these choking sounds.  I was getting a little worried and she said, "Oh that was so good my tongue went down with the food."

I just chuckled, smiled and nodded and thought silently to myself "I hope to God that's a Finnish saying!!"

Well, I went to a friend's home and brought the same treats and something similar happened.  I then asked them "Oh there was this lady kind of choking and said her tongue went down with the chocolate - what does that mean?!"
They laughed and confirmed that YES it is a Finnish saying (translated in English) - simply meaning that the food was very good.

I'm going to try and incorporate a word of a week or a saying of a week on this blog - so keep an eye out!  Perhaps every Sunday I'll do this!