Third World Squalor

I suppose I outta apologize.  My last few posts have been rather negative.  Still my stay here has been less then pleasant so far.  The other night I came home from a night of drinking with friends (fellow teachers mostly) only to break my key in the lock, effectively leaving myself locked out for the night and my neighbors locked in!  Lame!  Fortunately my friend let me crash on his floor but the next day was stressful as I tried to arrange for a lock smith with communication hurdles plaguing my progress.   I finally got into my apartment with minutes to spare as I had planned to meet my students at the Natural History Museum.  I wasn't going to stand them up for any reason.

  It was nice to spend the day with students outside of class.  We got to know each other a bit more and they learned new vocabulary and such as I explained certain things in English.  They learned that my name and "petrified" share the same base so in one room they turned to me and said "Hey teacher, we found some of your wood."  Ha!  Clever students.

  I have two classes at this time.  One adult class and a children's class.  I have a problem with patience  which the kids test at every moment.  I never asked to be a baby sitter, yet I feel that is essentially what I am doing with them.  Bogus!  My adult class is on the opposite end of the spectrum.  They're very attentive, they participate and are a lot easier to communicate with.  And what's more they take me out to the museums.   Much nicer then children.