Thursday, April 28, 2011

Just Call Me the Miracle Worker.

Today's workload was relatively light. I got up at 8 am (versus 6 am), got ready, had some coffee and walked over to the House of English. There I met with the two owners of the language school, and we came to the agreement that I would teach a group of 5 teenagers on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the afternoon. I returned to my house for a short lunch break and then I downloaded a few free Spanish podcasts on ITunes. At about 2 pm I walked the short two blocks to my school with the intentions of observing a few classes. HOWEVER little did I know, I would be doing much more.

Without revealing too much information, I will recount the afternoon events.

I went into the Directora's office to talk to her about the lesson that we will be co-teaching together on Monday (over parental-roles, costs and work related to having a child, etc). After I brief discussion about other things (getting straight to the point is not a part of the culture), a parent entered the room. I immediately saw from the parent's facial expressions that I did NOT want to be a part of the up-coming conversation. I quickly tried to dismiss myself by saying, "Bueno, nos vemos el lunes", but the Directora was not having it. She politely, yet sternly asked me to stay. I sat.

Let's just say that by the end of the conversation (in which I did not participate), the Directora had promised this parent (actually grandparent acting as parent) that I was a specialist from the United States that would counsel her and her 4 -year-old, violent grandson. When the woman left the room, I was unsure of what I had heard. I thought to myself, “I must of heard wrong. I did not understand the words correctly. I must of spaced-out.” Yet, I had heard correctly. On Monday, I will be acting as guidance counselor. Did they cover that in Public Relations 400?

On a different note, here is a picture of me before my swear-in ceremony.


Thanks for the job JFK.

P.S. In general, Paraguays LOVE JFK. There is a neighborhood and a school named after him about 20 minutes from where I live.



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