So today was an interesting day at school.  My 9^th graders have enlisted me to participate in an “initiation” ceremony next week.  It’s somewhat like hazing in the United States, but not harmful, and it’s looked forward to by the kids.  Each class will do some sort of performance, (I think) and then the older kids will "welcome" the younger ones.  The 9^th graders have come up with a skit involving a trip on an airplane.  They will be passengers on a plane, and then I come on and don’t understand the Hungarian being spoken by the stewardess (not surprising).  I am to cause a bit of a scene, and then I’m escorted to my seat on the plane.  Then I have to faint (I’m not entirely sure why) and then we almost crash the plane.  It was cute to watch them work, and function solely in Hungarian – they are a bit more lively in their native tongue.  Midway through the practice, there was a myriad of shouts of “nem” (no) and “igen” (yes).  I joined in with an excited Igen – not knowing what I was voting for – turns out they were discussing whether or not to have one of the students be a terrorist to take over the plane.  Had I known this, I would have of course chimed in with a Nem.  I wasn’t sure what to make of the terrorist addition, having just discussed 9-11 with my students.  I don’t know if I’m entirely comfortable with it, but it wasn’t a national tragedy for their country, so maybe they don’t see that I’m uncomfortable. In the end, Gabi attacks the terrorist with an English book – so maybe it’s all a part of the sillyness of the skit?  Made me stop and think a bit though…  I have included pictures of the kids practicing their skit.