Today was the final day for presentations that the students do to teach each other. Some of the students prepared gifts for their “students” in the group to thank them for their participation in their project. I don’t expect anything from students, but I got a painted free-cycled bottle cap pin, a cup of hand drip coffee, and some above average hand made cheese cake today from different groups. This last gift was given out to the other group members as a “prize” for students in this student’s group that got trivia questions on a review “quiz” the students prepared. My students are always surprising me with their creativity.

The groups today had different numbers of students in them because of general bad student attrition. I let students in smaller groups study with groups that have more members if they have nothing to review or share. Some groups use the entire time in class to go over materials thoroughly, which is also acceptable. The group with the cheesecake was a smaller group that, and one of the girls with cake left to join her friends who were doing the freecycling painting project.

The girls painting the bottle caps also had candy, but were mighty jealous of the girl’s cake. This class was right before everyone was leaving for lunch, and the class was full of smells of fresh brewed hand drip coffee, which was making everyone extra hungry. Upon spotting the girl carrying the cheesecake, one of her friends shouted across the room, pointing at the cake in the girl’s hand, then motioning to her mouth. “Oh, do you want my cake?” the first girl asked.

The her hungry friend noisily agreed, “Come in,” points, “My mouth,” and pointed to the cake again and brought both hands to her mouth with a tone in her voice of great desire, but devoid of any sexuality. She clearly just really wanted to eat some cake and wanted her friend to change groups and bring the cake with her so she could eat it. She wasn’t implying anything other than that, but her particular delivery of those words made me raise an eyebrow.

I thought about how I’d even begin to correct this contextually acceptable error but undeniably hilarious mistake of cultural slang. With only five minutes left in the last class of the semester, before solo interviews with these same students next week, I don’t think any part of the explanation would make any of the students participating in the conversation comfortable. I just let the issue drop, and wished they would have used an expression like, “May I try some of that?” instead.