faltan tres semanas

Oy vey, it´s been a while. We haven´t had an internet connection in our apartment for a few days so that is why I haven´t posted. Things are going well. I have three (THREE!) weeks left here and I´m getting pretty excited about going home. The more I think about it though, I might miss Ecuador. Not so much my apartment, the rain, or weirdly cut pieces of chicken, but the mountains, my students, and speaking in Spanish all the time.

It´s been pretty chilly here lately and I find it kind of funny when my students come to class and complain about how they are freezing and then rub their hands together for heat. I tell them frankly to put on a sweater and quit complaining because they don´t understand what being so cold that you could be freezing means. 68 degrees is definitely not freezing. It´s lovely.

School is starting to wind down, but not in the sense of winding down. My two older classes have one test next week for two days, then three days of review, and then a cummulative final. My other two classes aren´t so bad, but my junior tweens have really been getting on my nerves lately. Kids who used to be so well-behaved are turning into little demons constantly begging me to go outside to play soccer. Seriously, what´s the deal? We have class for 50 minutes a day and they can´t handle not being able to play soccer in that time. It´s pretty annoying. They also steal my water bottle and demand that I let them drink from it, steal my teacher´s book to see the answer to the work book exercises and throw paper at me occassionally. After calling someone in to discipline the class several times, I have opted to leave the door open during our lesson because my room is across from the secretary´s desk where the school inspector is usually working. Thankfully, these kids fear the inspector or I would have run out of ideas long ago. I break up at least one fight a day in that class. Ugh. My kids class is still driving me crazy on a daily basis. They are super cute, but don´t let that fool you. They eat candy before class. They are constantly in competition with each other in terms of finishing activities, they scream, run at me and erase anything I write on the whiteboard, and ask if it´s time for class to end 35 minutes before class ends.

I do really enjoy teaching English, but it´ll be nice to have a break from it and decide if it´s really what I want to do or if I do actually want to go to culinary school and open up a bakery/cafe. Great idea, no? I think so.

Well I am starving so it´s time to go home and make some pasta bolognese. Yum.... it´s a staple here (for me and Annabel)