This is the true story of my adventures in learning Spanish and teaching English in South America.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

What´s in a Name? Plenty.

For the two readers I have left, (thanks, mom and dad, even though I know you´ll read anything I write and think it´s up there with War and Peace) it´s been a very, very long week, and I´m only halfway through Thursday. Teaching got easier by the second day, but it´s exhausting (teachers are always overworked and underpaid, right?). My first class is at 7am. My last class ends at 9pm. I have a 6 hour break in the middle, but that fills up fast. First of all, I have my own Spanish lessons twice a week for 2 hours. On Wednesday, I was looking forward to going home, (attempting to) go for a run, taking a shower, and hopefully squeezing in a nap, when they told me they needed me to teach private lessons for the rest of the week. I was pretty annoyed, but it´s extra money that I can definitely use (it will pay for my own private Spanish lessons) and the girl I´m tutoring is pretty brilliant. She says she´s never taken an English class before, but you´d never know it. She taught herself by reading books. (I learned today that she´s an Inca Trail guide, and she leads the tours in French. Smart chica.) Besides the exhaustion, my classes are all going well, with the exception of my Basico 2 class. They´re my lowest level class, so it should be the most challenging, but they just make it worse. I can´t get them to stop talking. Yesterday I had to lecture, which I really hate doing, especially when I´m sure they didn´t really understand what I was saying. It just so happens that Hitler is the worst offender. If he´s not talking to whomever is sitting next to him, he´s trying to get my attention (even if I´m talking) by just repeating "teacher, teacher, teacher" over and over and over again. I think I´m going to have to put him in a corner by himself, but I don´t know if that will work. (I still can´t call him by his first name. My guess is that his parents are very uneducated and thought it was a powerful name instead of an evil one. But how is it possible that no one has said to him, "You know, Hitler was one bad dude. You should really find a nickname." Hmmmm, maybe I should get that ball rolling...) So between 3 and 4pm on weekdays, please send patient vibes my way. It would be much appreciated.

5 comments:

michellee said...

Kelli-
I am really enjoying your blog- and no- your mom is not paying me to read it! Keep up the good work and hang in there!
Michelle Eaton

wandajbrown.207@gmail.com said...

Hi Kelli,

Note the time baby! I check on your blog first thing every morning. Well I do make some coffee, but you are almost first. We love your blog and have tracked your adventure through Google earth (check it out on a fast computer with a fast internet connection). I think you should try "H-Man" on your student, sounds like he is begging for attention. Good luck and don't give up on the blog! - Wanda and Company

Unknown said...

I'm another early morning read-Kelly's-awesome-blog person. You have a lot of fans out there! You should pick a random name like Jorge or Francisco and see what Hitler thinks of that.

Kelli said...

I stand corrected. Thank you to my loyal fans. I won´t let you down. (But seriously, Kevin Walker. Kelly? Come on!)

Bridget said...

Hey! Need a shout out to the dedicated reader in the midwest! I even told my boss and my colleague in a meeting the other day about your Hitler situation.

Here's a suggestion from an experienced teacher: Notice who is friends with whom in your talkative class and then put together a seating chart that separates the offenders. Tell them it's for your benefit so that you can remember their names. That way they won't have their buddies to talk to.

With regard to Hitler - You can also do what my high school Spanish teacher did. Give everyone English equivalent names. Ricardo would be Richard, Miquel Michael, etc. Mine was Belita because my freshman English teacher didn't know that there was a Spanish version of Bridget, which in sophomore year, the new Spanish teacher pointed out. But by then Belita had stuck.

Coult be worse. My freshman Spanish teacher could have named my Hitlerto....