It’s the weekend! Have I mentioned I LOVE not working on Fridays? I’m still feeling a little like caca today, but for the most part, I have more energy and was on time to school today, so that’s good, right? In second grade today, they started a new unit of vocab with a girl named Emma, a boy named Nick, a dog named Davy Dog and a cat named Cheeky Cat (all of their English books are British, just as our American Spanish textbooks are Mexican…sometimes a student’ll say something to me in English and I’ll be like “what?” because I don’t know the word). They’re also talking about shapes and colors right now, so I counted with them the number of yellow squares Emma has on her dress/green circles Cheeky Cat has on his “trousers”, etc. Next, I went to another sixth grade class and we played hangman like we did yesterday in the other class. I then went around the class, choosing students to pick a question out of the box for me to ask them. Questions like “Where do you live? Name six means of transportation, etc.

After that, I went in with the three-year-olds and watched them eat breakfast/lunch and helped them open their drink boxes/snacks as needed. Then, a little boy named Ivan spit in my face—Will was like “Did you beat him?” For the record, I did not…I really wanted to smack him though, but I restrained myself. I’m not really sure why he did it (he also spit at a little girl about five seconds after he did me). I was sitting on one of the benches (which are made for three-year-olds, so they’re pretty low to the ground), so I was at his eye level, he tapped me on the arm and spit right in my face. I was so shocked that I really didn’t know what to do. I really couldn’t say much that he would understand because my accent is so different, they always stare at me blankly whenever a speak to them. All I really managed to do was shake my head and say “NO!” several times. The teacher didn’t see it happen, as she was helping other students at the time, although I told her about it later and she asked him about it, if he did do it, that is, while I was still there, and he said “NO!” That little jerk!

I finished the day with the five-year-olds. We sang another song about the weather (sunny/cloudy/rainy/hot/cold), which included actions and that was fun to watch the kids…some of them got really into it! After the song, they did an activity with shapes and colors (although more basic than in second grade) and stickers. Overall, that class was pretty well behaved (today!) and I had fun helping them figure out the right patterns and checking their work.

On Thursdays, my last class ends at 1:10, so I (hopefully!) always get to leave a little bit early (unless they give me another class, which is a real possibility…but for now, I’m free!). On my way home I went to DÍA and picked up another baguette of bread (I eat so much bread and cheese here…it’s ok though, because we also walk everywhere). I’m going to run to the bank in a couple of hours to pick up my debit card…FINALLY! Aurora called them before I left school to ask if it was in/if they actually had it there at the bank (remember the first one?) and they said yes! I’ll be so happy to get it, since I’ve been waiting two and a half weeks! I’m not sure what the weekend holds for us…I’m just happy I don’t have to get up early tomorrow, especially since I haven’t been sleeping well—being all congested and everything.

Xoxo,

Court