Today started off great, alarm off at 5:30 - major pain in head - back to sleep til 7:10 oops! Got to school on time, La guerita (Co-worker who has never met an El Salvadorian she likes) gave me bunny poster that says I did it, but I am blaming you. The kids now think everything is there fault which is how it should be.
Everything was great for hour 1, seeing as though I had taken vicodin and was feeling invincible. Second hour was crazy, I discovered that 7th graders should not be allowed to do group projects unless it is to create a mime show.
4th and 6th hours were pretty difficult, I was observed for five minutes for this student engagement piece that we have to have as part of our jobs and I didn't do very well because my students were taking a test but alas, on to more important information. A fellow Euorpean (team mate of mine) is having difficulties with her husband and is sick so I listened to her for a while, my rich Italian co-worker's husband came home from deployment so she is incredibly happy!
Then I went to drown my sorrows of not knowing what to do with 12 year olds that won't sit in their seats to La guerita (said co-worker and resident of Mexico) and we had a discussion about horses instead.
Speaking of Mexico - I am going to Algodonase on Saturday. That is a border town with a big market to buy cheap jewelry and such. There are a bunch of us from work going which is good considerign last tiem I was there my friend was almost abducted by a pushy Mexican salesman. So now we are taking big Marines to stave off any unwanted attention.
For those of ypu back home I am going to tell you a story about my drive to work. Everymorning I drive past the fields (I don't know yet what they are growing) and see the white school busses bringing the migrant workers to work. The busses go to the San Luis border and pick them up every morning, it is like a big car pooling thing. The busses have port a potties attached to the back and everything. Anyway, the migrants get off the busses and prepare to work in the fields for the day. Now, being a northener I am not familiar with this and it makes me sad. I am not being uncouth here but it honestly makes me sad that these people do this day in and day out. I did not grow up in a place where this was common. Your parents had a job and they went to it everyday and so on and so forth. So many of my students spend half the year in Yuma and have in California, wherever their parents have work. I am learning more about this and really trying to understand but it still makes me sad every morning. That and the emus cooped up in the small back yard across from Wal-Mart.
On a completely different note, Sarah asked me tonight if using cocaine makes your nose dry and cracked because her nose has been hurting for like a week. After I finished yelling at her she explained that she has a cold and was wondering why anyone would choose to have that happen to their nose. I am not convinced that she doesn't have a habit so if anyone is around her way look for signs and report back.