As I'm spraying the first stencil I hear girls' voices behind me. They watch as I peel off the paper and the words 'Ah the bells... the bells!' appear. They ask me what it means. I do my mime - staring at my hand, waddling in a stoop - but they don't get it. I silently put my hand up to my ear... and suddenly I feel as if I'm back in the classroom again eliciting the target language from my non-English speaking students. And I am, in a way, without being behind four walls and a projector. This is the real classroom, surely, the one that isn't a classroom. And in this classroom wisdom is the order of the day. Wisdom always works better when it is digested with a gulp of fresh air.
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