It's Friday. Why do I know this? I know this because I am actually able to type my blog post. And I am able to type my blog post because I am monitoring my students taking their weekly exams. The heat is on as Maria struggles through the many/much section. Alesandra wipes the sweat from her brow as she desperately searches her mind for the rules about making comparisons. Is it noisier? or More noisy? What's the rule?? Jotan has made it to the vocabulary section and crumbles under the pressure. He's weeping in the corner.
Ok not really. My students are all very good and showing English grammar who is boss. They own this language. Classes are going well here, I look forward to February, when we hopefully will have another staff member. We've been fairly short staffed due to many different circumstances, so everyone has been pitching in and working hard to make up for it. Things as you can imagine have been fairly busy.
So there you have it, January has been busy so far, but when you work hard, you also need to have fun. This is what I love about living in Peru. Having fun is a necessary part of life and Peruvians cherish this. One area where I see this clearly is with dancing. I love Dancing. I love dancing despite the fact that I am not a very good dancer. Never have the words "graceful" or "light-footed" been used to describe me. I'm ok with that. I still love to dance. Last night was Thursday and we went to Canana's, a dance joint with an outdoor dance floor and a live band from 11-12. It wasn't planned, but we were just in the mood to dance.
In the states, to go out dancing is somewhat of an event, you need to plan for it, to set aside some weekend to do it. Here in Peru, dancing can be found at thousands of restaurants and it doesn't matter what day it is. You want to dance? Go for it. It's Tuesday night? Let's go to Roky's (think KFC meets Dave and Busters, meets Chuck E. Cheese's) We'll get some good chicken and dance the night away with the live band. Maybe we'll sing some Karaoke afterwards. Why? Just because it's fun. That's the best reason I can think of.
Oh, and also, last night one of our SALI students gave be the best reason ever to learn English.
Me: So Why do you want to learn English, Gaston?
Gaston: Well, I knew a girl from the US and everytime I tried to speak to her, She told me to Kiss her A--. I didn't know what that word meant, so I started learning English. Then I learned what it meant, and I decided that I need to learn English to know when people are saying bad things to me.
Wisdom in it's truest form.
3 comments:
hahaha... Awesome.
Friend. Did you see the pug-tribute-picture I put up for you on my blog?
If only that little thing could move I bet the first thing it would do would be to shake out his little coat, trot near you, then pass you, and gorge himself on the nearest edible items to the point of passing out--without the ability to place any of it's four stubby paws on the ground.
Kinda like the blueberry girl on Willy Wonka. Only not.
Only in pug form....I like it.
and I like you. You do realize you'll be here in roughly two months right? I cannnnnnnnnnot wait. seriously.
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