Who knew that during my time teaching, I’d find myself with a mystery to solve! Solving mysteries in Hungary?! I feel like Scooby Doo! Let me start this post by saying that teaching English has been quite the experience thus far. It’s fun, it’s tough, it’s different, but I’m having a great time.

Despite all the fun I’ve been having, I’ve also had some trouble as of late keeping them quiet in my class. I’m working on keeping control, but seeing as how teaching kids is new experience for me, it is a skill I’ll continue to acquire.

Earlier this week, I had just got one of my rowdier second grade classes quiet so we could continue our work with The Little Red Hen. All of a sudden, a student I’ll call “Zoltan” starts shaking his leg.

Startled, I ask, “Zoltan, what are you doing?!” Zoltan keeps shaking his leg. After some hard jolts, a blue pair of underwear fell out of his pant leg.

Zoltan looks down at the underwear, looks up at me, looks back down at the underwear, and then picks them up. He examines them, looks at me, throws them at the ground, picks them up again, throws them at the ground, and finally, exclaims, “MYSTERY!”

He stands up, and I asked him if they were his. Smiling from ear to ear, he exclaims they’re his with a quiet “yes.” Before I could tell him to put them in his locker, he bundles them, puts them in his pocket, raise his arms in the air and states, “OK!

The whole class burst into laughter, myself included, and I wasn’t sure any of us would regain enough composure to cut some wheat, grind it into flour, and make some bread for the Little Red Hen to enjoy.

MYSTERY: SOLVED?