When It Rains It Pours

Ok so last Monday after blogging I went home and played the guitar for a bit, and then Nacho called to cancel class that night because Alicia was sick. Perfectly normal and I completely understand. Regardless, I was frustrated because after you tell yourself all day that at least your are going to make some money that night, and then it doesn´t happen, you kinda feel like a looser. So I ended up practicing more guitar, writing postcards, watching tv, and then going to bed.

Tuesday, I went for a run, and it went pretty well. I don´t like running, but I like it better when its easier. Then I don´t really remember what I did all day. Oh wait, now I remember more. Run, shower, breakfast, guitar, post office, hour of English tutoring with Zore, internet, then talked on the phone with my dad for a long time because someone was using my debit card in the United States, lunch, rest and then the afternoon, which I remembered about. The only thing I know is what I did in the afternoon which was at 6, go and start with some new private English classes. Maria Angeles´neighbors have some kids who wanted classes. So I started with them. The mom´s name is MariPaz, I don´t remember the dad´s name, the son´s name is Carlos or Carletes, 10 years old , and the daughter´s name is Marta, 14 yrs old. They also have an adorable dog. I had an hour of class with each kid and it went great. Carletes told his mom that they should pay me a lot because I was such a good teacher. The whole family is so nice and I had a great time with them and the classes its seems like its going to be great. I didnt have the usual class with MariAngeles because she was spending time with her husband, recently returned from the hospital. Then I went home in the pouring rain, dinner, tv, and bed.

Wednesday I went to work in the pouring rain, only to have my first hour of class with teahers be turned into about 15 minutes of class with one teacher and check email for the rest of the time. Apparently both teachers had meetings. It obviously wasn´t important to let me know about that. Then 30 minute recess, and 1 more hour with teachers, which went well. That´s probably my favorite class, its more like practicing conversation and learning vocabulary. Then since Carmina is still not back I left an hour early. So I worked. 1.25 hours. While walking back, I walked back with Isabel who is some sort of an Administrator. She asked me how it was going and I said ok, apparently not very convincingly. Then she made the mistake of saying, really?? tell me the truth. So I let her have it for the next 45 minutes we walked down. Our situation is very interesting. A few years ago, the education laws changed. Taking about more of the disiplinary tools teachers had and the cirruculum. Now everyone wants to pay to go to private schools, or to private schools where the State pays your tuition. Leaving the public schools to become worse and worse. After all our chatting, we still didn´t reach a solution, but I felt better and she knew how it was going. I wanted to run some errands of the way back but couldn´t find a way to break off the conversation, so we ended up walking all the way down to the river. Then I ate some lunch and prepared class for Conchi and Valentina. Before they got there, I went downstairs to use the internet at Emilio and Pepa´s. Raul answered the door and I was so suprised to see him there in the middle of the week, that I said, ¨What are you doing here?´ Only later to realized that I just asked him, what he was doing in his own parents house. We had a slightly awkward, yet brotherly-sisterly time of internet sharing, chatting and searching the house for an ethernet cord so he could hook up his computer to the internet. Emilio was really sick and Pepa was gone. Then I left, and had class with Conchi and Valentina, which went well, practiced guitar and then I went to meet up with this girl who was going to give me stuff to make gravey. I dropped that off at my house and went grocery shopping, which was way overdue.

I was in a pretty bad mood all week, for no particular reason, one of those moods that no matter how hard you try you can´t get out of. And it all ways seems to happen that when you are in one of those moods, everything happens at once.