Well folks, I survived mid-terms of Fall 2010. In the words of Madea, "Hallelujer!" I thought I was going to pass out today of exhaustion. Last night, I finally went to sleep around 3:00 am. I studied the majority of the time, but I also had a live stream going of the Chilean mine rescue. Being the history buff that I am, I forced myself to stay awake until the last miner had been rescued. What an amazing story, that really captivated the entire world. I was ready to go back to sleep as soon as I woke up. I kept yawning during work, wondering how I was ever going to make it until 8:30 pm. But, I made it. And now, here I am, sitting in the bed, before 10 pm.
The worst one of all my mid-terms was the one in Spanish. And I promise that my professor made it hard on purpose, just so he could smile about it. Not lying and no I'm not thinking crazy thoughts. I promise after he handed out our test, there was a smirk coming from his face, that said, "haha, you're all going to fail!" Dead serious. At one point, I looked up, and he was leisurely reading a magazine and stretching his feet (directly in front of me, might I add.) And each time he had that smirk on his face. I knew it was going to be hard when my co-worker from work (who is from Spain) looked at what I was studying and was like, OMG! We had to write two in-class essays as part of the test, in addition to other exercises. He announced there were three minutes remaining and then proceeded to push in his chair and stand up in front of the class. Um, no pressure? I'd rather bury that test in my head. Better yet, can I call in Leonardo Dicaprio and team to come and extract that scene out of my head???? PLEASE? By the last mid-term (following a presentation and the spanish mid-term,) I was physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. It took all I had in me to teach my private English class tonight.
Spanish men are so cocky/stubborn. Okay, so that's a generalization. Not all of them all. Like my co-workers for example. Well, except for one....But the rest of them, are great. I get so mad at them on the streets though, when I'm walking. They expect ME (out of all people,) to move out of their path, even though clearly I was there first. So me being the hard-head, I refuse to move until they do. Like I'm going to move for you. It's different if it's an elderly man, but other than that, no exceptions. Just plain rude. So I've told you this before, but to remind you, but all the teachers move throughout the building. Since I am the conversational teacher, I need my own room. So, I've been using the auditorium in the building. Last week, one of the coordinators put up a reservation sheet and I reserved the room for the entire month. Well today, some idiot decides that he needed to use the room. From the high school. He decided to cross my name off of the schedule and insert his name. I was mad! I knocked on the door and POLITELY told him that I had made the reservation. He then had the nerve to tell me that, yes, he knew, but that I couldn't reserve the room all the time and he needed it. Excuse me?! I then, more sternly, told him that I had the reservation and he clearly marked out my name. Our school doesn't have a binding legal code that says there is a limit on how many times you can reserve the room. A reservation is a reservation. Then, he tries to go and talk to MY coordinator, Griselda. We let him have the room, but I'm getting the last laugh because she's talking to HIS coordinator tomorrow. Or was going to talk to him this afternoon. How rude! Yet another reason why my Grandma has nothing to worry about me finding a Spaniard to fall in love with. We'd butt heads too much. (I'm getting mad even as I type this. Just to think of the nerve he had!!!!)
Well, I'm going to sleep. I'm exhausted. Everyone pray that my ear will decide to "un-pop" itself tomorrow. I really need to hear out of both ears. Imagine how hard it is teaching with one ear! Oh, and by the way, today, two parents told me that they can see a difference with their children and their English comprehension since I've started working with them! Good to know that I'm doing something right! (Take that, Mr. Cocky!)
Quote of the Day: "No person has the right to rain on your dreams." -Marian Wright Edelman
I can tell you that from my experience...MOST, not all Spanish men are cocky/stubborn. They need to be introduced to 2010 where women are their equal and not their servants. Good Job standing up to that teacher. He probably thought you wouldn't confront him. x
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