First day of Work

I started my job!!! And it was actually really really great! I’m really excited for this job! I arrived there at 9:30 to my surprise (that’s 30 minutes early). Everyone was so inviting when I got there and they immediately had me start doing stuff. I had to draw a giant tree because all the kids were drawing autumn leaves and they are going to pin them to the tree.  Then I got to see my first classroom during an English language lesson (I’ll be teaching English, science, art, music, etc.).  The kids are all six years old and absolutely out of control! The kids are screaming and talking the whole time and they’re running around and the teacher really struggled to keep their attention. But I guess that’s just what it’s like having a classroom full of six-year olds.

But the kids were really great. We had to go over how to pronounce my name for like 30 minutes and for the rest of the day the kids kept asking me how to say it. They also kept asking me the silliest questions. And of course all of them spoke Spanish which was really funny to me. They seemed to find it really interesting that I came from the United States and that I spoke Spanish. Honestly, they’re all pretty hilarious.

After our English lesson which I did almost nothing in, we had a teacher’s break and we got to eat tapas and drink coffee, which was awesome because I was so tired from going out the night before and from getting up so early (remember it takes an hour and a half to get to Getafe).

Then I went to another English lesson and I got to interact a little more with the kids. However, apparently my American accent is completely strange and none of them understand a word I’m saying. Like seriously. I would ask the kids REEAAAALLLYYY slow, “WHAT — IS —- YOUR —- NAME?” and they would just stare at me. And it’s not that they don’t understand, because they do. The kids know a pretty fair amount of English. Most of them aren’t at the point yet where they can speak it all that great, but they can really understand the teacher who only spoke to them in English unless she was reprimanding them.

From there we went to art class where the students were able to color leaves, snails, and/or mushrooms. I got to wander around talking to them a little bit, but again, they didn’t understand any of my English. One girl, Beatriz, really spoke well and could understand me perfectly. She’s my favorite so far because she’s like the only intelligent kid there. She responded to all my questions and told me all the colors in English. But mostly, I spoke to them in Spanish so that they could understand. I guess it was only the first day and they’re so accustomed to British English that I can’t really blame them. I have a whole year with them so hopefully they will get it.

Also, did you know the Brits call cookies, “Biscuits?” I know. That’s just messed up.

I ended up staying for about 30 minutes afterwards talking to some of the teachers. They’re all really nice and they wanted to know where I was living and stuff. Also, I talked to one of the teachers about literature and she said she has a book that she’s going to bring for me to read in Spanish. She said it’s not too difficult and it’s written by a famous author, Carlos Ruiz Zafon, who wrote La Sombra del Viento (The Shadow of the Wind). I have tried reading that book before, but it’s really difficult to understand. But apparently he started writing novels for teens and she’s going to bring me one, which I’m very excited for.

I returned home an hour and a half later, had lunch with Chloe, our French/American roommate, and then I took a nap. I met up with Ale and Blanca for a while, then Ale, Levene, Moises, and I went around to some bars, but it was kind of boring so we all went home. When I arrived back at my apartment around 2 or 3 in the morning, my apartment was full of people drinking. So we went out again, but mostly our group just stood outside and got nowhere. It was kind of stupid, but I got to speak more Spanish which is always a good thing. I also met a guy wearing a Vibrators shirt and he spoke pretty decent English. He was all into 77 punk, which I was stoked to find someone that listened to that music. He knew all the greats; Sham 69, UK Subs, etc.

Went to bed at 6am.

That’s all for now,


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