Same Old Same Old

So last Tuesday after blogging I had a really good day. I stayed out all day running errands, Christmas shopping, I bought Adri´s birthday present, and just getting stuff done. I ended up really close to where I was supposed to have class with Mari Angeles, so I bought a delicious chocolate filled crissoant thing and waited. She wasn´t there at 6:30, so I figured I was miskaten and waited till 7, and she wasn´t there either. Sooooo she finally answered her phone and told me that her husband was at the hospital and the other teachers at work were supposed to tell me. Since I don´t work till Wed, they apparently didn´t think to call me.... I was pretty upset at first but when I found out her husband was in the hospital, it brought things back into perspective. So then I went home and chilled the rest of the evening with Zore and went to bed.

Wednesday, I went to work but my first hour of class with the teachers was really short because the teacher I work with just found out the night before that her good friend had died, so she didn´t really feel like learning English. Then 1 more hour with teachers, and then I got to go home early because there wasn´t another teacher to help me with the hooligans and Carmina is still out with a bad back. So I took a leisurely walk home and found a new, big Spanish version of the 99 cent store, where everything is cheap, but not the same price. I found a really cheap 7.15€ dirty clothes basket that I have been looking for since I got here and went home. Ate some lunch and then had 2 hours of class with Conchi and Valentina, that went quite well with the new book, but I discoverd that the cd that comes with the book is not the teachers cd, that comes seperately and costs even more. Perfect, my venture to make money is costing me more than I make.... Anyway I don´t remember what I did after that but oh well...

Thursday I went to work, this time with kids. They were all behaving terribly, even with the help of a sub so I decided to change tactics. I spoke to them in Spanish and explained to them how I had come from California, crossed the United States, then the Alantic Ocean, then came down from Madrid to here to teach them English. I wasn´t there to waste my time, I didn´t write things on the board just to waste ink, and they way they were acting was a huge lack of respect and if they had any suggestions for how we could actually learn from eachother because I was out of ideas. They listened and were suprised to hear me speak Spanish, since I had originally told them I didn´t, but then they started talking again. And then talking to me in Spanish, now that they knew I spoke Spanish.... Oh well, maybe something good will come from it.... So that afternoon I ate lunch and cleaned my room because Alicia, my old roommate, was coming to visit that evening. I went to guitar class at 6 and she called to say that she couldn´t come anymore because the flight she came in on was really late and it just wouldnt work anymore. I was bummed, but also slightly relieved as it would be my 4th weekend in a row to have company. So I had a guitar lesson, came home and watched tv and House with Zore.

Then Friday morning I got up at the same time as usual even though I didn´t have to be at work till later and went to the police station to try and finish up the paperwork once and for all. I did, and then went to work, used the internet and had 2 more hours of class. Usually Fridays aren´t so bad because I work mostly with Jrs and Srs. so they are a little more interested and better behaved. Not today, in my class of Jrs, I saw these girls passing notes. I gave them a look that meant they should stop but they didn´t pay attention. So then I went over and took the note from them. I said give me the note, she said no, I said give it to me, no, I said you don´t have a choice, give it to me and she did. I didn´t look at it till after class because I knew what it was. They still didnt shape up so I repeated my speech, to no avail. By now I was pretty much close to tears and after class I looked at the note. It was a drawing of me, complete with bugging eyes and a pig nose. Victor says its not mean, maybe I´m just sensitive. In a way its funny, but not really to me. Maybe I will post a picture of it later but right now I´m not sure. Then I survived 1 more hour of class went home, ate and rested till 6 when I went to meet with Alfonso. Alfonso is another of Antonio´s guitar students who wanted English classes for his kid. So we met, talked, had a coffee and went our seperate ways. I wandered home, bought some stuff for dinner and rented 2 movies. At home I got ready and started making dinner for when Victor came. We ate and watched a movie and went to bed.

Saturday I slept in, went to eat lunch at Victor´s house with Raul and we all had a stimulating conversation about UFOs, aliens, the Ark of the Covenant, and the likes. I mostly listened because I had no idea what to say. Then in the afternoon, Victor and I went for a long walk, he got another haircut, we shopped around for Christmas present ideas and wandered home ate dinner and watched the soccer game and other movie and went to bed.

Sunday I went to church which was a little better but also quite ridiculous. There was a guest preacher who was much more animated and funny than the regular preacher but he referenced scriptures by books, saying, I don´t really know where it is, somewhere in Isaiah, and said some other ridiculous things. I sat next to a lady whose daughter might want English classes and I gave her my number so that might be great. Then I had lunch with Victor and family again and then we all took naps. Later Victor and I went out for a walk in Sacromonte and passed by my school on the way home. Then we returned the movies, ate dinner, watched Camera Café, and he left for Málaga. I love Victor´s dad, but he has a tendency to comment about whatever he´s thinking about, like how fat I was when I came, how much better I look when my hair is pulled up and back, the chuch, Spain, English, teaching, etc, etc, and I´m getting close to all I can take. That was a sidenote. Then I used the internet for a bit and went to bed.

This morning, I woke up at 8, showered and cleaned the house. Then at 10 I went on another 3 hour tour with Emilio and we went to the Cartuja Monastary, San Jeronimo´s Monastary, the Royal Hospital, and some other churches along the way. It was cool to be touristy and the 2 monastaries were truly amazing, 2 things I never visited when I was here, but as usual, my brain was full of information about 30 minutes into our excursion and I spent the following 2.5 hours nodding and saying yes. Then I came home, ate, took a nap, and came out to look for the CDs again, which are on order and have been updating the blog. Tonight I have class with Nacho and Alicia and this week promises to be more of the same old same old.