Nov 04

The Penis Pinata and other ways I fail at teaching

Teaching FailI am not a certified teacher. I took a weekend course, someone gave me an official-looking piece of paper, and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of a classroom of 30 students who didn’t speak my language, under the pretense that I would somehow educate them.


It’s been interesting, to say the least.


I like to think that, for the most part, I am a good teacher. I try to make engaging lessons that encourage student participation. I attempt to plan activities that make even the shy or lower level students comfortable enough to raise their hand. I try to make them laugh and enjoy learning. I work to be patient, kind, and forgiving to even the most demonic of children. I spend my own money, and take night and weekend time to plan special lessons for my students.


Sometimes, though, even my best efforts go a little astray.


There was the time I decided to make a pinata. I was teaching an after school class with an Around the World theme, and for an activity related to Mexico I thought they would enjoy hitting a pinata. Seeing as this is Korea, however, you cannot just go to your local mart and purchase a pinata.


I spent the first half of my lunch hour every day for a week paper macheing a couple of balloons, and the second half trying to scrub the homemade glue off my hands . I didn’t really have a plan for the balloons; I figured I’d just cut up some colored paper and decorate them. I didn’t even bother looking anything up to model it after. I got this, I thought! I grew up in California, so I was born knowing how to decorate a pinata, right?


Well, as it turns out, no.  A heartfelt, resounding NO. I am not artistically inclined in the slightest, which may be the reason why my pinata turned out looking like a colorful, hairy penis.

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It would have been more appropriate at a gay pride parade!


I was concerned, to say the least. I teach hormonal, middle school teenagers. Surely they would see this shape and snicker. But what could I do? I didn’t want to waste all of my hard work. For my second pinata I decided to actually model it after something online, and it didn’t turn out half bad. Luckily, the kids were so distracted by the thought of candy and hitting things that I don’t think they even noticed the pinata’s phallic tendencies.

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So busy chasing candy they didn’t notice anything suspicious


But Kaleena Teacher’s phallic artwork didn’t end there. During a summer camp, I wanted to do the good ol’ exploding volcano experiment with the kids. I spent an evening creating a giant blob of dough to wrap around water bottles and create a volcano shape.

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But the day was hot. It was one of those infamous Daegu summer days of 90 degrees with 95% humidity. Within five minutes, the dough had melted off the bottle into a puddle at it’s base, once again creating an alarmingly dong-like shape.

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I thickened up the dough and the following volcanos turned out in their appropriate shapes. The first one never quite looked normal but again I hoped that the student’s minds weren’t as immature as their teacher’s. I let the students paint the volcanos, and I found it hilariously ironic that one team colored their volcano rainbow, vaguely resembling the penis pinata.

I documented the trials and tribulations of the process in this little video:


In the end, my students had a fantastic time painting their volcanos and making them erupt. Teaching Fail

But there they were, pouring vinegar into a solution in the bottle and making it erupt a foamy, white substance out the top, and it was all I could do to keep it together.

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Sometimes I think I’m just not mature enough to be a teacher.


  • You’re like Bridget Jones, but a teacher! I have so much love for this post.

    • KaleenasKaleidoscope

      Haha I think you’re right! Now can my Mr Darcy please come along?? 😉 Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!