That chinese woman who bough me a cane to hit her children
Today I want to tell you a slightly surreal story. A story in which I was scared for a few moments but I laughed a lot shortly after.
This is the story of the Chinese woman who bought me a cane to beat her children.
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I have to start this post by saying that I am very grateful both to this family and to all those who one day hired my services as a Spanish teacher. I am not one to spit on the plate of those who feed you, I just want to tell this anecdote. Everyone teaches their children in a different way and I will never judge anyone. Of course not.
As you know, I started teaching Spanish in Hong Kong in 2013 in an academy and that is where I met this family. They were from Mainland China and both the mother and father spoke Spanish very well since they were working in Argentina for years. We became friends. But it wasn't them I was teaching Spanish to but their three young sons. Jason, Ryan and Keegan, (fictitious name), sons as rich as they were naughty, normal for four, five and six years old.
That family told me that they did not want to go to the academy because of lack of time and that they wanted to hire me as a private teacher and the truth is that they paid me a lot of money to do it so I did not refuse and the following week I went to the mansion where they lived. In my life I have never been in such a big house and with so many people working there. There were three chauffeurs, a cook, private teachers, cleaning staff, secretaries - .... - you can't imagine! but even so, the house was so big that everyone went unnoticed.
I was teaching in that house for about 4 years and at the beginning I only gave an hour and a half class to the three of us together but then it became one hour each and to the little daughter, 4 hours in total, two days a week.
To the point.
In the room where we gave the classes, which by the way was much bigger than my house and yours together, there were cameras and the mother saw us live and direct what we were doing in the classes. I knew it because she had told me so I tried as hard as I could to give a decent service at the price they paid.
I have always been a clown for the children, I liked to make them laugh and have a good time although that is a double-edged sword because children do not know where is the clown and where is the teacher and tend to be more children when there is something fun than when there is some obligation. Mea Culpa. Kids, kids are kids and they want more graces than Spanish classes.
One day, after some magic trick or any other antics I could think of, the kids started to act up, laugh and be a little naughty, very bad idea on their part as out the door it sounded like their mother shrieking in Chinese and their faces changed, they knew what would happen to them and I was about to see it.
Jason was the smallest and closest to the door so he went first.
WHAM, slap in the face with all his might and desire!
Ryan was the oldest and the one next to Jason.
WHAM, slap in the face with all his strength and desire.
And the last one was Keegan, the middle one and my favorite because he was a real artist.
WHAM, slap in the face with all his strength and desire!
They didn't say anything, they didn't cry and I was scared, very scared. A slap of that caliber hurts on all continents and at all ages and there were the children without saying anything, probably because showing weakness and crying was punishable by another slap.
The next ten minutes were a bit strange, as if nothing had happened but we were all aware of what had happened and I saw in the children's faces not only sadness in their eyes but the mark of four fingers and the wedding ring.
Suddenly I burst out laughing and said to the mayor ....
- What a smack your mother has given you!
The boy started laughing like he had never laughed before and his brothers followed him, we were laughing for a while and I told them to please stop because their mother was watching us, it didn't happen again. Fortunately
Two days went by and I had to go back to his house and things were very normal, as if nothing had happened and I didn't give it any importance either. Nothing.
The mother came to me with a bag, gave it to me and told me to open it. There was a cane.
You are going to use this cane to hit them when they misbehave," she said.
I don't hit children," I told him.
He was not amused, he had bought canes from all the teachers and the Spanish teacher was the only one who refused.
How are you going to hit children?
How are you going to hit them on top of them if they are filming you?
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