I started Spanish
classes and volunteering this Monday. This is actually a kind of weird week (or
the best week?) to have arrived, because this Saturday is Guatemalan
independence day, and the entire week is a feria week – the kids get off
school, most everyone has a three day weekend, and there are parades and free
concerts every day. Just outside town is the feria, which is basically a huge
carnival. I haven’t gone yet, but I should be going this Friday so I’ll report
back.
Every day I go to El Nahual, which
is a little community center with classrooms, a garden, and an office, to take Spanish
classes in the morning and teach kids English in the afternoon. The Spanish
classes are one on one and when I signed up for them I didn’t really think
about the fact that they were going to be actual classes, as in there would be worksheets and homework. So
basically, since I have now been taking Spanish classes for 12 years and I
thought I was finally done with that ( last years Spanish was just goofing off
and reading short stories in Spanish) the spansih classes are not especially
enjoyable. In fact, I am harboring a great deal of both resentment and sympathy
towards the poor woman who keep trying to make me give examples with the verb
querer.
On one hand, I am not a particularly willing
student… and I straight up refused to do some of the worksheets.. and I haven’t
done any of the homework…and on the other hand I am paying her and she has ignored
my suggestion to teach me local customs and sayings. Also, about every five
minutes she asks me if I am tired ( I don’t know, are you tired?). And asks me rude questions to try and make
conversation. No joke, today she straight up asked me – Are your friends
gossipy and full of themselves? And then she asked me if people in the US
believe in God. Can we please find some kind of middle ground here?
At least they are done on Friday. Thank god. My
Spanish isn’t perfect, but I am definitely beyond worksheets.
The volunteering I actually love – the kids are
adorable, and super willing to learn. I’m sure later on I will get frustrated
with teaching the same things over and over again but for now I’m still in the
honeymoon stage.
And for now, I’ll leave you with a photo of a test
I gave a little girl about family members. Keep in mind, she was supposed to
put the corresponding translation next to the first word ( which I wrote).
Then, after her first try ( when she copied all of them except mother) I told
her to go study some more and try again. The third word is her second try.
Sisro, toto,toyo, and fori, don’t mean anything in spanish at all.
Pieces of pan today: 4
New words: Chompipe = Turkey
Hi Leila, Did you take "good student lessons" from your siblings this summer? If so they seem to be paying off :)
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to photos of your students. Happy Independence Week !
Love
Dad
Leila - are they the Pyramids of Xela in your blog picture?
ReplyDeleteGlad you arrived safely and are teaching those Sisro's how to fori & toyo - don't know how they'd manage without you! :)
Look forward to you next post.
Your dad's other wife.
xx
No those are just mountains! Is this Declan???
DeleteLeila,avoid confrontation.....wear your crucifix
ReplyDeleteAnd remember,your bigger than them!
I find a good kick in the proverbial bollixs is the best way to deal with such "open hearted' helpful people....
ReplyDeleteKeep the chin up sweetie... you are always welcome to come stay here and Ruby will teach you spanish, dora is a wonderful teacher....
xxxxx
your auntie Mary
Thanks Aunt Mary :) Tell Ruby I would love to learn from her and Dora hahaha
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