Mad Teacher on the Run

Inacap ruleZ

2008-05-08T16:36:00.004-04:00

and the students are crazy

Finally I've found a job where I can sit on a computer and *work*! My workmates are really nice, some more than others but all in all I have to say these couple months have been great. My bosses (because I have many of them) are really funny, one of them enjoys scaring the shit out of me (for real), like I'm standing in X place and he yells so I end up jumping 5 feet on the air.

The only problem is that I never get to rest and now I'm taking Gamalate B6 so I can stay awake longer. The bad thing is I began forgetting small things, like the meaning of some words and codes, so I'm getting a lil bit worried.

I'm also very happy because Jose works there too, and we can see each other 'almost' everyday. Sometimes we buy cookies or candy and we go the each other's classroom and share them.

My students are nuts, but they usually give me chocolates and cookies and behave in classes. Unfortunately they are still young...meaning they always manage to screw up something, but they are really funny. I'll write more about them another day, now I think Gamalate B6 is eating my braincells.

Today I learned how to use a Xerox machine and one of my workmates corrected some of my tests while I was using it because she saw I was really busy. *awwwwwwwwwww*

I love my life nowadays, in spite of my 'coordinator' who is more like 'terminator' fussed with Hitler and a mouse...but I'm earning more money than last year and at least I get to see different faces each day.

In other news, I'm single again and so damn happy to be. I found out having a boyfriend is such a waste of time...nah I'm being unfair. It's a waste of time to have a boyfriend who is a waste of a person himself. So next time, in my next life, I'll look for a really good one...one who at least takes a shower once a week. I swear.

2008-02-17T22:31:00.004-04:00

Day 5:

Before going to sleep the day before we all agreed on waking up around 9/10 am to have some breakfast and walk around the city since we had a 'free morning' (meaning our guide wasn't available). Well, the truth is we had to be ready at 9, but I put the clock intentionally at 9:45 because I was tired as hell. Poor Raul and Camilo had to wait a lot >w<, sorry guys. The thing is we went out, had breakfast, Raul teased me because according to him 'I was the smallest one but I ate more than all of them together' hahaha. After that we walked around *_A_LOT_* , I finally bought my San Bernardo doggy (plushie), a couple presents for my friends, and a t-shirt. Raul and Camilo bought a couple fairies I think and a San Bernardo doggy, Soledad bought a pullover for her son.

I got teased the whole morning because of my San Bernardo, because I wanted to buy it...but not to spend too much money on it. So it was like 'OOOH SAN BERNARDO!' ...ahhh...too expensive. *laughs here*

We went to have an early lunch then, so we walked...and walked...and walked, until we found a place called 'the giraffe' (yeah) it didn't look very fancy, but it had great food!!!. I ate cannelloni with mix sauce and it was delicious, I was so damn happy that I couldn't talk. Everybody but Camilo and Raul ate cannelloni, Raul had meat and Camilo had trout... >w< I told him to have trout because he had eaten too much meat and in the end he didn't like it too much, so Raul gave him a little piece of meat. To get even I gave half of my desert to Raul (it was fair T-T). We began talking about the beds, because Raul had almost fell of the bed in the morning. I said I was very happy with the beds and that they were comfortable enough, he answered that I was saying that because I'd need just a couple wings to resemble tinker bell. I think my dessert came up of my ear in that moment (I laughed too hard).

****Random thought: One thing that makes me happy is that I've finally accepted myself as a tiny person and it doesn't bother me anymore, actually I think it's kinda cute, and everybody calls me 'chica' which is very nice. You can't call a 1.80m girl 'chica', can you? :B Fernando used to call me 'chica' too and I always thought it was very funny to hear (yeah I'm weird like that).

One thing I couldn't get over was that everybody is so *damn* slow in Bariloche, they take their time to do *everything*. You can be waiting for your meal 30/45 minutes and they don't give a shit, and they don't accept $100 US bill either. It's exasperating to eat there, I swear.

They don't have traffic lights either...in the whole town, except in two places, and we have to be 'careful' with them because they are to be used only by the buses not for the people! They don't know how to drive either, it's terrible. The previous morning when we went to have breakfast, this guy for *no reason at all*, put his car on reverse and smashed it against another, he broke all the lights down of both cars, got down of his car and said 'WHOOPS'!! It's no wonder why almost every car is destroyed there, as in literally destroyed, or that they are so old that it shouldn't be legal to put them on the streets!

Anyway, we left the 'giraffe' after a couple more jokes, and we decided we were going to go to this tango show in the library once we came back from our visit to the 3 lakes (Mascardi, Gillermo and Gutierrez). We went back to the hotel then, Raul changed some money and Camilo and I walked alone together very fast, I because I was freezing, he because...I dunno really maybe he wanted to go to the toilet XD; Mom and the girls were not very far from us...I think they wanted to arrive to the hotel as fast as possible too.

Day 5 - end
Part 5 of 8
(To be continued..someday)

I think I just pulled a muscle

2008-02-17T21:39:00.004-04:00

...because my arm hurts too.

Day 4:

We woke up at 7:30 am to have some breakfast, not that it was very important though, breakfast was as bad as dinner. Mom opened the window and there was a naked guy on the room in front...mom closed the window.

Soledad and Nelly couldn't wake up early because they were very tired, so we went with them to grab some coffee at the coffee shop in the corner. There we found a couple which was part of our group, the girl was studying to be and English teacher in some private university, and the mother...who knows. They said they were gonna go to 'Don Alberto's' for lunch, because they heard it was very good and cheap. We agreed on arriving at 2:30 pm so we could all share lunch.

We proceeded to walk all over the town looking for presents, or treats for us. Mom bought a pullover for my sister and one for herself, I bought a t-shirt with Condor on it and a little sheep (which was 'typical of the zone...of course it's a lie, but go tell that to an Argentinian), and Soledad bought some t-shirts as well (or as the Argentinian call them, remeras). Later we found a very cheap bookstore...and to our guide, who had a ton of presents on his hands (all for him of course) and said "oh yes, the books on that bookstore are very cheap because that street is not very famous". We wanted to kill him in that momment, because why on earth didn't he say that from the beginning? Huh?. Anyway, I bought an essay by Isaac Asimov for $10 Arg. There were cheaper books of course, but I didn't want any of them :B, mom bought some about mental healing (or something like that).

After that we went to look for 'Don Alberto's', which in the end looked like a very fancy restaurant. The other two women never arrived so we had to eat alone. On top of that the food was very expensive and we ended up paying almost $150 Arg for the 4 of us, I got angry at mom too, because she kept eating and eating without minding the prices. Since I only ate meat and drank a sprite I spent $20 Arg on me and the girls and mom spent the rest. I swear I could see myself eating hotel food for the rest of the week and that was_not_nice. To make things worse there was a hair on my meat, and mom tried to persuade me that it was a cow hair...right.

When we were going back to the hotel Soledad went to a tourism agency to ask for the prices of a couple tours, and we found out that those who went to Victoria Island had been robbed. On top of that we found out that the place were out guide wanted to take us to watch some tango was a hole which looked like a Hobbit house. So we decided we were *not* gonna go.

We returned to the hotel, rested for a couple hours and went out again. The girls wanted to continue buying things, but I had a terrible headache which was killing me. We walked around for a couple hours and then we went to this ice-cream supermarket, which I dunno how much profit they could make, because they worked at 1 km/h. I almost fell asleep, but my headache was still killing me and the smell of the ice-cream wasn't pleasant. So when we went outside I tried to find a drugstore, and I did! but it was more crowded than the ice-cream shop so I just gave up and we went back to the hotel, only stopping to change some dollars to pesos.

When we finally arrived to the hotel it was dinner time, we changed clothes and went down to eat. Our dinner was disgusting as usual, this time it was Gnoccis ("Italian food") but they were so disgusting that almost everybody left them on their plates. I fell sorry for the cook so I tried to eat as much as I could, but then Soledad asked me to stop...because it was useless.

Camilo and Raul came to eat with us, I told Camilo as a joke he couldn't sit beside me because my ego was using that chair. He sat down anyway *lol*. We realized then that they were all red, because they had forgotten taking their sunscreen to the island (geez). They told us that the guide had been mistaken as usual. First of all the food was cheap (because the bastard told us the restaurant over there was *extremely* expensive and that it was almost impossible to get something to eat) and that he had charged them more of normal fee; still they had had fun. We told them about the tango show...and that the place was very 'cave like', so they decided that they didn't want to go, in the end we all decided to go to the casino...and to the casino we went.

I'd never been in a casino before so I was pretty much...amazed by everything. There was this guy playing 6 million pesos (Arg) in two tables, but he truly looked very...er...not very respectable. Raul then began giving money to Camilo to play on the machines but he had never played before so he had a little trouble in the beginning, but to sum up his story, he ended up winning a lot of money *lol* and he kinda liked playing at the casino *a lot*. I can't blame him though, if I had won any money there I would've love to go back again hahaha. In my case I won a little too...but mom told me to continue playing and of course I lost everything ::sigh:: It was less than 5 dollars, but still I can't stop thinking on what I could've bought with that money.

After playing we went to the bar and drank. Yeah, I drank! I chose a caipirinha, and so did my mom, Raul chose a beer, Camilo drank something with ron (I think) same thing with Soledad, and Nelly drank a margarita (but I'm not sure because I think I was a little drunk) I gave a little bit of caipirinha to Camilo and Soledad stared at me like...I dunno what, the only thing I know is my mind was laughing the hell out of it but I couldn't figure out why...when you are drunk everything seems so funny. ack. Camilo said he didn't really like caipirinhas because they tasted like fish.

Uh...okay? *chuckle*

I said we'd better save the lemon chunks for our salads because we were gonna have none back in the hotel. Raul thought it was a great idea. *lol*

After drinking Camilo and Raul played a little more on the machines, and then we went back to the hotel around 3:00 am.

Finally after so much pain I was having fun...

:D

Day 4 - end
Part 4 of 8

My shoulder aches too...

2008-02-17T20:47:00.003-04:00

Geeez.

Day 3:

We had to wake up very early, because according to the program we had to go to Campanario hill and take a city tour too. Our guide that day was a very nice Argentinian guy who told us lots of things about the forest which surrounded Bariloche and how tourism worked in that place. We visited Campanario hill first, and we had time to take lots of pictures :D

We went up on ski lifts so we could see all the lakes and forest from there. The only problem was I was having a terrible headache so in the first pictures I look...very angry but smiling at the same time. Kind of creepy. Another Argentinian girl took us pictures (which she latter sold, of course) and another guy recorded a video of our visit.

When we got to the top I saw for the first time the 'typical' sheep plushies of the zone, which represented the 'typical' sheep of the zone...only that in the ZONE they don't really have any sheep.

Argentinians.

There were lots of people on the hill, for example there was this Jewish expedition (if you can call it like that...I dunno) with a ton of people. They wanted us to move because they wanted a group picture and we were 'in the way', but then some guy from our group said 'we are Chileans' and they began cheering and gave us more time...it was so weird.

Later we went to see the forest and San Eduardo's chapel...which was nice to look at...but it was closed. I took the chance to take some pictures of El Tronador, which is a huge mountain/volcano 'near' the chapel. It was also the first time we saw a guy selling pictures with his San Bernardo dog. I wanted to buy one but I didn't really have any money. Then we went to this shop were they were selling products made of Rosa Mosqueta...or as Camilo would say Mosca Roseta...or Mosa Rosqueta *lol* Mom had lots of fun there, she put on every free product she found. Fortunately I went out of the shop and talked to a couple teachers that were there as soon as I saw what was happening, hahaha. Of course everybody told me later what my mom was doing...but I know they were all jealous inside, because she was the only one who dared to put on every freebie :P

Going back to the hotel we went to this handmade chocolate factory, which was very small...and expensive. Our guide told us it was cheap in comparison to the other shops, and of course later we realized it was a lie!

When we arrived to the factory the other group was there, and of course we had to wait like 10 minutes before we could get inside. The guy who greeted us on the door said that because of the wait we were gonna get more free chocolate...which of course was a lie. This guy told us every year there was this chocolate contest and that in the end they used to give their chocolate statues to poor children. We wondered where those children were...because Bariloche didn't seem poor_at_all.

Hmmmm.

In the end mom bought a small box of chocolate and I took a couple pictures at the factory. The mother of the Pokemon told me to ask the guy giving the speech about the chocolates if he was available, I gave a nervous laugh and ran away *fast*(the guy was very cute though).

Later our dear guide took us to a restaurant to 'eat'. The thing is that day we were supposed to eat wherever and whatever we wanted to, but he just made reservations for all of us without telling anybody. The food wasn't that bad, but the bathrooms were another story. I wish I had taken pictures; those W.C were...alive. Ewww.

Soledad, Nelly, Mom and I left then and walked for the first time around the city. We went to the Municipality and saw the statues made of wood which surround the building, we also saw the museum, and the library which were all very pretty.

Finally we returned to the hotel, half dead, half alive, we took a shower and then waited up for our dinner. Which of course it was disgusting and we had to fight for our desserts because according to our guide, the other group had eaten dessert 5 times and it was shameful to see.

Anyway, on day 3 we met Raul and Camilo. Well, we already knew of their existence because our guide in a very 'delicate' manner told everyone Camilo had just being operated and needed a better sit. Now that I think of it, I never asked Camilo about his operation...hm...I'll ask him later. The thing is we all had fun, because Raul is very good at telling jokes, as in VERY_GOOD_, and so is Camilo. He is also /b/rother like me...(whoops I shouldn't have said that)

In the end we didn't get any dessert and we all went to sleep early, even though 'guy who had come on to me very straight forward like' invited Camilo and me to go with the others to a pub.

Two reasons:
One: Raul and Camilo were going to go to Victoria Island on the next day and,
Two: we were going to walk around the city with Soledad and Nelly (because the trip to the island was *very* expensive).

So in the end I refused to go...not really, my mom did for me (thanks mom *lol*) and Camilo said he was gonna go...but in the end he didn't.

Before going to sleep I heard people laughing. They were watching the video taken that day in our trip, I wish I had bought it...but I didn't have money and I'd rather eat the following day than watching people running around. =(

***note on the side: nobody believed that I was 25. That made me really happy because I know for a fact I already have wrinkles under my eyes. weeeh.

Day 3 - end
Part 3 of 8

I still don't feel my legs

2008-02-17T20:15:00.005-04:00

And I have a huge bruise on my leg and I dunno why. What the heck!

Day 2:

By the time we had arrived to Pirihueco lake, mom woke up, and the bus sailed for an hour on ferry. Some people went outside. Raul told me later that Camilo and he had gone out to feel even better when having the 'delicious breakfast'. I'm glad I didn't. But I still regret that I didn't take pictures while on board.

The thing is, during the whole 'lets go out and freeze' thing, I finally fell asleep, but it didn't last long, because some MOFO decided it was time to test their bloody car horn and woke me up. I fell asleep again and woke up when it was time for breakfast. We went inside this 'country' place...were they had almost nothing to sit on, or eat. Raul told us later he didn't even have a spoon, nor a plate! We had a little better luck though. Still, the bread was cold, the coffee was *nescafe* (forget about handmade stuff) and the 'cheese' was hard. While having breakfast we met Carolina, a teacher, her aunt and her brother, who was coming on to me very straight forward x_x;; so as soon as we finished I ran away (as usual).

The only good thing about it happened later, when we heard that the 'pokemon' had lost his favorite hat during the lake trip and he was crying. We all cheered deep inside. Some of us even suggested sending him over to swim in the lake to pick his goddamn hat up...no matter the temperature was -25º approximately.

We continued with our trip, but the guide began complaining to *us* saying some of us didn't want to have fun, that he was doing his best, that he even had washed our dishes and all. We went all *WTF* on him, but we didn't say a thing because we were really tired and the breakfast didn't help at all to improve our mood.

An hour later we arrived to the Chile-Argentina border(Huahum). I had to wait a lot, because I was the last one on the list, but at least I could go to the bathroom and walk a little, plus the Argentinian army boys there were *very* cute. Another hour passed and we arrived to San Martin de los Andes. It's a very nice place, but the truth is we all wanted to get to know better the nearest restaurant *ASAP*. Now, inside the restaurant we made friends with Soledad and her mother Nelly. Nelly had been a teacher for a long time, and Soledad is a secretary in a business company, she has a child, but he had gone to the south of Chile instead.

When we paid the bill we realized this trip was going to be a full math class. We had to convert everything from Chilean pesos, to Argentinian Pesos or to dollars, and then check which of the three currencies was better for us. In the end we payed 50/50 because we had run out of time.

Comment on the side; Argentinian meat is delicious, but I wondered for a while where all the cows had gone...(I'll write about that in a minute)

We drove around San Martin de los Andes for a while, but we didn't have time enough for pictures nor to buy anything...bleh, so we finally left for Bariloche through a rout the guide didn't really know, but thank God the drivers had the skills enough to take us to the hotel...alive.

Then it began a small argument, because it seemed the hotel couldn't have all of us together, i.e some people had to go to sleep to another hotel.

Great. just. great.

We finally arrived to the hotel, I don't know at what time, after waiting for 40 minutes for authorizations to enter to the city. After the whole Chile-Bariloche *adventure*, I was looking forward for at least a nice bed where to put my achy bones, but something about the hotel told me otherwise...maybe it was the bottle of beer left on the door, or that the people from the other bus had already ate all the food and there was nothing left for us...hmmm.

Our room was the 311, Raul and Camilo were right beside us on the next room and Soledad and Nelly had the 305. We were all in the same corridor...awww destiny <3

After realizing the beds weren't gonna get any bigger no matter how much we stared, we went to have 'dinner' or better know as martyrdom.

We went out to take the elevator, but...it didn't work. A couple minutes later we heard a man screaming for help saying he was stuck. I yelled he had to pulse the button with the arrows < | > but it seems it didn't work. More minutes passed and then we heard a horn coming from the lift. Since mom was hungry we left them there and used the stairs to go to the 0 floor. Yeah...0 floor, the lobby of the hotel was on the 4th floor and our room was on the 3rd floor, with view to the wall...literally to the wall. Hmmm, we didn't know what happened with the people on the lift until much later.

The first night they gave us 'chicken'...or something that resembled chicken...a very tiny chicken, more like a canary I should say. There was no lemon for the salad...and there was no salad. :D

We all went to bed crying inside, I'm sure of it.

Later, we went to see what had happened to Soledad and her mom, because they gave them a room with 3 beds, and the parents of the Pokemon wanted *that* room, and everything was chaos and screams and red faces, in the end we just left and went to sleep. My feet were of the size of a melon and mom wasn't any better, so I took a shower and put my feet high on the wall. Mom thought it was a great idea, the only problem was she fell asleep like that, so I had to go and wake her up x_x;;; or I would've had a very cramp-ed mother on the next morning.

Finally after more than 29 hours on bus we were in Bariloche...and this was only the beginning.

Day 2 - end
Part 2 of 8

I don't feel my legs...

2008-02-17T08:43:00.003-04:00

Nor the rest of my body so it doesn't matter.
***Note: I thought about posting the whole story at once, but I split it because it was too long to read. It has 7 parts plus the afterthoughts...and lots of suffering *lol*

Holy shit! I never thought that going on tour was so damn exhausting.

Day 1:

Mom and I left on the 9th, and from the beginning this was a pretty strange trip. The taxi we took to arrive to Pedro de Valdivia was very fast...but the taxi driver ended
up telling us his whole life. What's weird about that? Well, it's always the other way round, you tell your life to the guy and they listen, but whatever...

When we finally got there the bus hadn't arrived yet and everybody was waiting on the street.

Hmmmm.

Then, when the bus arrived the bus drivers put the bags inside without any tag to recognize them latter.

Hmmmm.

So the trip began, the guide (which in the end wasn't really a guide, and we realized that much, much later) introduced himself as Marco Cuevas, a history teacher. He said we were going to travel all day and night long, only to stop at a couple gas stations and then we were going to have a *huge* country-like breakfast at Pirihueco port on the next morning.

LIES!!!

Everything was going well during the first part of the trip. Mom and I saw lots of beautiful trees and our legs didn't hurt as we thought they were going to. The trees looked really pretty, and at sunset it seemed like the branches had light bulbs on them instead of leaves, and the sun flowers were ignoring the last rays of the sun like they weren't worth of them. (I was inspired...bite me)

Now the night was another story.

Around 10 pm our guide decided it was karaoke time, so some of the passengers began singing timidly a couple love songs, it was very fun and I wish I knew where they sell that dvd. Then the person who sang better had the right of drinking coke...then everybody had the right of drinking coke, but only a few to drink pisco...then everybody wanted pisco but they gave us peanuts, the bad thing is some people didn't receive any...coke, pisco, nor peanuts (geez). Around 11 pm our guide decided *again* it was time to go to sleep. As far as I know nobody wanted to, but he didn't give a damn. The lights went down and we tried to go to sleep...until this family...2 kids plus the mother and father, decided they didn't want to. The older boy listened to reggeaton all night long, and the mother and the youngest kid (a full bloomed Pokemon) talked until 6 am. I SWEAR. Half of the bus wanted to kill them on their sits, while the other half wanted to throw them inside the Llaima volcano. We had the chance though, because we did stop near the volcano, but by that time I didn't feel my legs, and the wind was so strong that everybody was freezing outside.

The night in Puerto Montt was very pretty, the city lights looked like dandelions and the lights of the radio antennas looked like angry fireflies, it was a very funny sight...then again the coca-cola I drank before going to sleep had a funny effect on me x_x;;;

So we continued with our trip and I gave up sleeping. Everything hurt, the Pokemon kept talking, my eyes were irritated, my mom was snoring and I couldn't see a damn thing. Finally around 5:30 am I opened an eye to look outside. I'll never forget that sunrise, the morning mist, the sun light touching the trees in the darkness, and the lake. The lake was one of the prettiest thing I've ever seen, and in the deepest part of the forest I found were the clouds were born. I SWEAR!! The sun was heating the lake and the clouds were forming and rising. We passed right beside a small one and a big one was already on top of the trees. They were moving very fast, maybe they were late and had to arrive to Santiago on time...who knows. I was just waiting for breakfast time, because last time I had eaten something was like 12 hours ago...even more. I remember buying something at some gas station, but my mom kinda ate more than me...let's say she'll never die of hunger_ever_. If I had known what was gonna happen at breakfast I would've fought with mom for a bigger chunk of brownie.

I swear.

Day 1 - end.
Part 1 of 8

BARILOCHE!

2008-02-09T14:27:00.000-04:00

OMG, what if I die!

I just had this awful feeling that since nothing worked for me on January, what if now that I'm leaving for Bariloche I'll also be leaving this world for good! Yeah, I'm becoming that paranoid x_x

In that case...well shit. Because I really wanted to travel to China with Jose, and I wanted to go to Vina with Dani, and I wanted to have that apartment I've always dreamed of and that white kitty, and also I wanted to have new students. Actually last night I cried a little while remembering them. Yesterday night I received an e-mail from one of them. He is in Mendoza right now and he asked me if I wanted something from there, like chocolates or candies (because he knows I love them). As a teacher you never know how much you are able to touch a person's heart, but you do know what they mean for you. I think I'm still too young for letting them go from my memory...I still feel they are MY CHILDREN, MINE! so if I die on my trip I wish to keep looking after them for ever.

Hmmm, I'd like to leave my computer to my dad, because poor thing loves using it but I never let him. I'll leave everything else to my aunt so she can sell my clothes and start the business she wanted to. My toys and books go for my friend Dani, I know she'll like them. All my earrings go for my friend Jose, as well as my Japanese books and the heart candle we bought in Vina. My sister can get...er..whatever she picks from my closet and all my bags.

I'd like to be buried with my white bunny (the one I sleep with) and with my blue Totoro, because it was the first present I ever got as a teacher.

Hmm. I think that's it.

Bye dad, sister, aunt, Jose, Dani, Karen, Sara, Karla, Carlos, Guillermo, Pablo, all my japanese classmates, bye sensei I hope you have a beautiful child, bye cousins, grandma, aunts and uncles, bye Andrew (oh, and shave anyway!)

Now if I don't die, don't expect me to bring you all presents! >P Because I'm unemployed. But I'll take lot's of pictures, promise.

Oh! I hope everything turns out well for anonymous tomorrow, this is the first time there's a global protest totally coordinated through the Internet and it feels like history is changing and moving forwards again. I'm so exited!

HAIL XENU!!!

Earth wind and fire rocks!

2008-02-06T15:30:00.000-04:00

But 'Fantasy' is so damn evil to learn.

With Dani we are gonna see Earth wind and fire play in Vina, I'm so *so* SO happy. The only problem is that I can't remember their songs to save my life so now I'm in a 'remember the songs from your childhood' process. My favorite song is Fantasy, and I used to sing it a lot when I was little, but now I don't remember a word! I asked Dani if it was too moronic of me taking a paper with the songs to the show (:B),but she said: 'You ain't gonna see shit there, all the lights are out' (D:) so now I gotta learn them all over again.

In other news: Rodrigo 'Pera' Cuadra is giving a course of gore and horror cinema , you have to pay 15 mil pesos and it starts on March, if I get a job maybe I'll take it *w*

The other day I dreamed of my old students (again). Then in the afternoon I watched a TV show and guess what! The show was about operating one of the kids of my old school. The thing is on 2006 one of them had to be operated because he had a problem with his lungs, so they interviewed some of the kids and showed the school around, so I managed to see some of my old students on the screen!!!

/Me happy

/Me is *really* happy these days

I began watching 'Life on Mars' ,another BBC series, but it's not a period drama (OMG MIRACLE). The story is so cool, I would totally buy the dvds is I had the money!

Oh!, and Anonymous is really gonna fuck Scientology up on the 10th, I can't wait!

Fantasy

Every man has a place, in his heart theres a space,
And the world cant erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, right away

And we will live together, until the twelfth of never
Our voices will ring forever, as one

Every thought is a dream, rushing by in a stream,
Bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, miles away

Our voices will ring together until the twelfth of never,
We all, will live forever, as one

Come see victory, in the land called fantasy
Loving life, a new decree,
Bring your mind to everlasting liberty

Our minds will explore together, old worlds, we conquer, forever
We then, will expand love together, as one

Come to see, victory in a land called fantasy,
Loving life, for you and me, to behold, to your soul is ecstasy
You will find, other kind, that has been in search for you,
Many lives has brought you to
Recognize its your life, now in review
And as you stay for the play, fantasy, has in store for you,
A glowing light will see you through

Its your day, shining day, all your dreams come true
As you glide, in your stride with the wind, as you fly away
Give a smile, from your lips, and say
I am free, yes Im free, now Im on my way

Who would've thought...

2008-01-28T21:42:00.000-04:00

...that there were so many ways to say it.

Today I was looking for the meaning of names, very interesting stuff, specially because I love linguistics (if next year I'm able to take an MA I'll do it on linguistics). For some reason the most popular name for girls in the States now is:

Emily

The girl's name Emily \e-mi-ly\ is pronounced EM-i-ee. It is of Latin origin, and its meaning is "industrious, striving".
Emily has 5 variant forms: Amelia, Emelia, Emilee, Emilia and Emilie.
Baby names that sound like Emily are Amaly, Amilya and Amil.
Interesting, isn't it? and it gets even better. The most popular name for boys is:

Jacob

The boy's name Jacob \j(a)-cob\ is pronounced JAY-kub. It is of Hebrew origin, and its meaning is "he who supplants". Biblical: the son of Isaac and Rebekah and twin brother of Esau. Jacob fathered 12 sons and a daughter, who became the ancestors of the nation of Israel, the name Jacob himself received after wrestling with an angel. Jacobo is a Spanish form; Yakov (YAH-kav) is Russian. Senator Jacob Javits; actor Jake Gyllenhall.

I think there could be a whole fantastic analysis of what this represents in social and cultural terms...and well so many other things. Ah...I think my brain is waking up away, darn him, I asked him to sleep a lot this summer!

My name on the other hand it is of English origin, and its meaning is "lovable". Short form of Amabel (Latin) "lovable". It has 13 variant forms: Amabel, Amable, Amaybel, Amaybelle, Amayble, Mab, Mabelle, Mable, Maible, Maybel, Maybell, Maybelle and Mayble.

Man and I used to be so sad that my name was so short that I couldn't have any pet names, and there were so many ways to say it!!! :lol:

In other news: I'M GOING TO VINA!!!, Dani bought the tickets so I'm going to Vina's festival, and not to any of the recitals...I'll be there on the opening night! Waaaahh!!! and yesterday I talked to Jose and she said that after her sister gets better we'll go to her apartment again! WAAAAAAAHH!!! and I talked to my mom today and she said that on the 31st we'll go buy the things we need and we'll go on holidays!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

So many wonderful things...and as I said, it doesn't matter if one of them or all of them fail. The idea of having something to look forward in the future is exciting already!!!! ^____________________^ ::smiles in glee::

Oh, and CO$ is going down on February the 12th. Go anonymous!! I would help the cause If I could and just for the LULZ of it.

マベルしあわせ！！！

2008-01-27T16:13:00.000-04:00

私はヴィニャのまつりへいきます！

ダニエラが私はヴィニャのまつえりへしょうたいされた。今はとても嬉しいですよ！ Even though in the end there might be not any tickets left...still, I have something to look forward to in February!!!

In other news, I think I'll begin studying Japanese again. I feel my brain is kinda rested =D

I must always remember

2008-01-26T21:13:00.000-04:00

That I love family over all.

Just when my mom said she'd love to go to see the WWE with me, the darn tickets went out of stock so I won't be able to go...unless I decide to pay 110.000 pesos ::sigh::
But this story has a moral. Why depending on other people to do things, when I can always depend on my family?

1)Who accept me just as I am? = my family
2)Who loves me more than anything in the world? = my family
3)Who is always there for me when I'm down? = my family
4)Who gives a damn if I look pretty or I walk in Pj's the whole day? = my family
5)Who feeds me with the food I like to eat? = my family
6)Who congratulates me even for the smallest things? = my family
7)Who is proud of me always? = my family

So, there.

Sometimes I've questioned myself whether to depend on them so much emotionally, or just to begin 'living my life' in a more independent way, but why should I? if there's a source of the deepest love all available for me and I don't take it I might never find something like that again. I was so blessed of having parents that truly care for me, an aunt that is like my second mother, and a sister who even though she is bitchy she loves me...even my dogs love me, what else can I ask for. Oh, and I can't forget of my friends, who are the brothers and sisters I chose.

Today I woke up feeling blessed, and happy, for a change. I even went out with my mom and bought a dress, then we went to eat hamburgers. She laughed a lot because there were some guys who kept staring at me, and then the guy who gave me my 'Whooper' (and he was very VERY cute) kept flirting with me. I think I blushed...a lot, but I got plenty of free ketchup...to feed and army with it. :lol:

In other news, my dad suffered an epileptic attach last night. He hit his head twice against the beside table, thank God he was feeling better in the morning. The only problem with these attacks is that he loses a little bit of memories, and that he gets very moody in the next couple days. Hopefully my aunt will cook lots of yummy things to avoid the moody 'Toño' to strike, hahaha.

I'm feeling so happy today, I think I missed going out with my mom a lot =) I'm still a toddler ::lol::

Make me beauuuuutiful...

2008-01-25T16:42:00.000-04:00

Wait a minute, I think I heard that one before.

Bored once again, but not without a purpose (weeeh an improvement!)

So I decided to grab my fat ass to the bathroom and begin with the arduous job of becoming something close to a women...again. Because, yeah, summer can be great for tanning and having fun at the beach, but when you stay at home and all your friends are away (or half sleeping half dead) then what can you do?

Well, I eat ice-cream like a pig.

But that's beside the point.

The thing is there's nothing to do, and or you scratch your tummy all day long and lurk around your house wearing PJ's, smelling like..er..bed, or you beautify yourself to the point there's nothing else you can fix (unless you go under surgery).

Of course there's a last option which involves answer a series of silly tests e.g: 'how gay are you', 'what kind of cow are you gonna be in your next life', 'which God suits you better', 'how many children you think you are not gonna have', etc. Which may or may not be better than reading Tom Cruise's last adventure.

Edit, 4th option:
Dani just gave me the link to My anime list, and I have the feeling it will keep me occupied until the last day of my life.

I think I just found a purpose for my existence. Yay!

In other news: I was thinking of starting my own religion. Why not? maybe I could lure Brad Pitt into my small cult...or The Rock, who knows, I might be the next messiah and I've been waiting for being discovered all this long...

Er...I think I should stop listening to Trance music.

Newsflash: I just ran out of ice-cream and I'm waiting for the ants to come and attack my poor and defenseless glass, but they don't know that I'm just waiting to squash the MOFOS.

Fun facts: After washing my hair my headache disappeared, which means the dirt was getting too heavy for my neck. I'll remember to wash it more often because I like my neck.

Hmm, last night I dreamed that one of my old University pals was pregnant, and it was a BOY, I wonder if I should write her name here just to cackle at her reaction. Funny thing is that almost all the dreams I have come true. Except for the one I had the other day which was related to martians, and some guy with a metallic helmet and metallic hands. Long story.

Now that I think of it, it was rather kinky...metallic hands, hmmm.

Oh, Andrew is in Argentina looking for some Yiddish pals...or something. Yesterday he was freaking out because he couldn't find were to sleep, he said he was so scared he wanted to use his 'chilean' to keep the thieves away. Man, when a north American guy begins saying that kind of things makes me think we are so screwed. Way to go Chile! C H I - L E, CHI CHI CHI - LE LE LE VIVA CHILE!.

Show me the scientology!

2008-01-24T20:39:00.000-04:00

...or not.

Oh man I have a huge headache. Some other day I would've blamed the heat, but this time I gotta give my respects to Tom Cruise.

Lord, what a fucktard.

Dani showed me the video he recorded at one of his Scientology sessions, and I have to say that if you people thought Michael Jackson was a loony, Tom Cruise is three times worse. What can you expect from a 'placenta-eating' guy anyway!

Everything he said can be reduced as: "Well, er... Yeah, ARE YOU IN OR ARE YOU OUT?!...because you know sometimes I wanna get rid of those who don't believe in us...'cause come on, we are GOOD, we...are GOOD YOU KNOW?, so are you gonna be an spectator or do something about it?, because...we know the way, actually (insert here tons of HA-HA-HAs)...we can cure CANCER, and...and, we can cure a person if they suffer an accident you know?...(more HA-HA-HASs)"

And so on and so forth.

I spent the rest of the afternoon reading about all the people who have died because of Scientology. I read the autopsy records and saw the pictures of the dead bodies (hmm yeah, I'm a voyeur I can't help it) which of course was pretty shocking, not because they were dead, but because almost all of them suffered some kind of psychological disorder. One of them went as far as burning himself to dead with hot water on his shower. Quite a sight.

I know people these days feel that something is missing in their lives. God I myself am one of them, but I don't see how these people believe that not taking medications when they are sick and paying thousands of dollars is gonna help them to achieve salvation. And it's not even salvation, they just wanna get in touch with their inner martian who will make them immortals...in the long run...and after millions of dollars...but only after you die, only that you won't die.

Right.

Oh, my headache.

In other news:

Your Birthdate: March 21

You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature.
Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.
People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life.
You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone.

Your strength: Your thirst for adventure
Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures
Your power color: Hot pink
Your power symbol: Figure eight

Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Well, no shit Sherlock, but I don't think I'm a heartbreaker, even thought I do have issues with people attached to me and then leaving...weird. I should go to the shrink, then again Tom Cruise would totally kill me *lol*

Your Kissing Purity Score: 74% Pure

For you, kissing isn't a casual thing
Lip to lip action makes your heart sing

Kissing Purity Test

Man these tests are good!!

You're a Romantic Kisser

For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance
You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea
The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood
It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Awww...

Caaaan you feeeeel the looooove toniiiiight.

Actually I can't.

I'll have an aspirin now.

More random stuff

2008-01-23T14:25:00.000-04:00

...because there's nothing else to do.

I was just talking to Dani about the death of Heath Ledger, which by the way I'm still totally shocked about it, he was so young...and handsome, oh Lord I bet the angels will have a welcome home party for him tonight. ::sigh::

In other news, I still don't have a partner to go to the WWE and I'm pissed (what's new pussy cat?...*lol*) my last card was Milena...this girl from my Japanese classes, but she has a ticket for 'ring side' and there's no way I'm gonna pay over $100 mil pesos to see Batista's legs. Andrew said my Batista was a walking hernia, my sister said she wasn't gonna go, Pablo is going on the 14th with his friends, Dani will be on holidays, Jose said it was too much money, Eduardo said he could go but if Jose doesn't go he will not go either, and the rest of my friends won't go to see the WWE with me...because they are too girly or too pregnants...summing up, I think I'll have to go all by myself, again. Damn, sometimes I hate to be me. On top of that the $20 mil pesos tickets are out of stock and now I can only get the $30 mil pesos ones...well damn.

Funny stuff, Jose told me his friend waxed his chest and legs...and privates (even though we are not sure about that) because his girlfriend told him so, I mean 'COME ON, WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!'. The thing is that when the hair began growing up again he started scratching his skin and now he has wounds all over.

I know people do stupid things for love, but this is beyond...well beyond everything, I don't even have words to describe it. I know this is his first girlfriend and all (he is 30 yo)...but I think you should never lose perspective. You should realize that loving someone means accepting the other person just as they are, and of course help them to improve themselves *only if they want to* if not why are you together in the first place! It's not even that she is pretty, with Jose we call her Squidward tentacles and it's not because of her 'fine nose'...gosh.

Eduardo said that every man needs to go out with a bitch once in their lives so they can appreciate a good girl when they find it. Gosh, and men say we are the weird ones. That made me think about myself...what if I am the bitch Andrew needed to know! hahaha, the good thing about it is, at least I don't look like Squidward...

Do I?

...

oh man.

Hmm, I'm hungry I'll go have lunch...at 16:27

I'm bored.

Meh...

2008-01-22T20:12:00.000-04:00

...meh.

I'm fed up of Santiago and I just came back yesterday. Urgh, this city is so damn hot in summer and there's nothing to do, well there's a lot to do but there's nobody to go with, even Pablo is leaving tomorrow ::grumbles::

Today I woke up at 12:45, then went to watch TV, and then I proceeded to scratch my tummy for the rest of the day. Hmmm, I painted my nails too, I have pretty nails now.

My sister failed her driving test so she was very moody, my dad eat too much and began throwing up, my mom told me she can't leave Santiago until she sells her second van.

Anyway... =(

I talked to Andrew today.

I'm happy.

Back from Viña...

2008-01-21T21:56:00.000-04:00

...but hopefully I'll return soon

Since I write here, the most of the time to complain about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING, I'll began complaining: All the days we were there were cloudy and cold.

Ok, I'm done complaining.

In the end Jose took Eduardo, her boy-bitch *lol*, and Osvaldo, his cat, with us. We had a great time though (in spite of the cloudy days), because Jose's apartment is near to the beach, so we could go there to walk at night, or to buy ice cream. We also played Guitar Hero III, which totally rocks by the way, and slept a lot.

Oh yeah...we slept and...continued sleeping.

The first day we wanted to go out but we realized that since it was so cold we'd rather stay at home. The three of us (plus the kitty) spent most the of the morning, covered up to the eyes, on Jose's parents bed playing Play Station and eating crackers, and then went to cook 'lunch' around 6...or 7 o'clock, poor Eduardo was about to faint with hunger. After eating and watching the WWE, we got a shower and went to walk near the shore. My mind had a romantic attack, which was completely spoiled because of the fact that I was alone...and with Jose and Eduardo, bickering and then acting all lovey dovey on me. They made me giggle a lot though, specially when I asked something and Eduardo said something like 'No love...' and Jose went ballistic and I burst into laughter.

The second day we went to Valparaiso to see two of the biggest transatlantics of the world. I took the guys on a small trip on boat to see them better, the only problem was Eduardo is scared of the sea (because his grandpa' died drowned), but we took him anyway after Jose told him it was a proof of love. *LOL* I took lots of pictures. Afterwards we went to eat something, they ate meat and fish and I ate a Mariscal, which is made of lots of shellfish and stuff. Of course I got teased as hell because Jose said this plate was aphrodisiac...so they wanted to call Andrew and all *lol*. I think he would've said something like: Oy Vey!.

Anyways, after eating we went to buy some candles and wine and then we left Eduardo with his family. Jose and I went back home, and she slept from 7 pm to 1 am...it was amazing. I stayed awake to wait for Eduardo and open the door for him x_x, so I played I dunno how many levels of Guitar hero and then watched star wars.

On Sunday I woke up at 1 pm *LOL* and then Andrew called me and we talked for 2 hours...or more,I think. Jose teased the hell out of me, but in the end I couldn't take the pictured I had wanted to take =( Eduardo got back to Santiago in the morning because he had to work, so Jose and I went back by the car XD racing against the trucks on the road. I love going out with that woman.

I had a wonderful weekend and hopefully I'll go again on February (maybe) and I'll take Andrew with me, if he's here of course. Jose said we should go to see Mauricio Flores and his stand up comedy show, she went there and laughed a lot...well see :D I still need money to see the WWE!!! and I still don't have anybody to go with me!! ahhh!! ddaaaaammmmnnnn!!!!

Finally this teacher is leaving Santiago

2008-01-17T22:07:00.000-04:00

...and just when she was getting used to the smog.

Jose is taking me to the Viña tomorrow and I'm thrilled about it. Hopefully I'll make her go to the beach with me to take a little bit of sun...well (hopefully) more than a little bit. ROAST ME BABEH!

Today I went to the art museum with Pablo and it was great. I loved the exhibition of Chilean paintings, you don't happen to see such a pretty pictures everyday. Each detail was so well done, the bodies, the trees, the battles, it was like poetry in oil. I saw the real 'Huaso y la lavandera', I have a copy at home and I have to say that it doesn't hold a candle to the real one. Mauricio Rugendas is an excellent painter and I wish they allowed us to take pictures, I truly wanted to take lots of them :(

The architecture exhibition was wonderful too, I never thought I was going to be so passionated about...well, houses, but these buildings were so beautiful and all of them had lots of nature and water around them, that they looked in a certain way, like real life paintings too...

Evil museum and its rules.

After we left the museum we walked across the Parque Forestal until Baquedano, the only problem was that I was using sandals and lots of dirt ended up in my feet, but the weather was great today and thank God, it wasn't so *hot* as yesterday. We took the subway and went to the Mall, ate lots of donuts and then Pablo said something it made my heart swell :

'The WWE is coming on February...and yes, HHH is coming too'

My reaction:

O
M
G

Actually I'm still in OMG-mode, it's HHH we are talking about, my second love after The Rock, and I swear no matter what I'll go see him, no matter who I have to kill I'll go to watch the WWE. Mark my words. I'm so happy!!! Last time I was this happy was...damn I don't even remember!!! and Batista is coming too!!! Ahhhh!!!!

After that Pablo left and I was able to finally rest a little. Last night I went to sleep at 4:00 am hahaha, I must remember not eatting sweet things at night. I was also happy because Andrew called me, he said he was 'fine', of course I didn't believe a word. I have the feeling that, even though he is seeing a lot of nature, he feels..more than a little bit lonely, I dunno...
He said he was going to call me today again, but he couldn't. Oh well, nothing can be perfect.

Another strange thing, I'm getting emotional again,and no it has nothing to do with my period...hmmm I'll think about it when I'm back from the BEACH. WOOOHOOO!!!!!!

Outing with Pablo, the karma clock and...

2008-01-15T20:32:00.000-04:00

...Some other things.

And the reason behind my bad luck was...?

The Karma clock.

The karma clock happens to me once in a while and frankly I have no idea if this phenomenon happens to someone else too, anyway I baptized it 'the karma clock'. The karma clock consists on continuous misfortunes which may happen during a week or two, a month at the most and then it goes away. During these series of misfortunes, my family or the people I love the most, have the most wonderful luck and can do things they wouldn't be able to do in normal circumstances...and this is exactly what happened this time.

The karma clock.

My mom had been trying to sell her Van for years, and I mean for *years* , it was fabricated back on 1993 and she had been trying to sell it since 1998, you do the math. I even helped her putting adds on the Internet and on-line newspapers but it was no use. The thing is the day I was planning my holidays she called to this newspaper to put another add, of course nothing happened, but then two weeks later everything began failing for me and I mean *EVERYTHING* I even almost destructed my computer (long story) and when everything couldn't be worse, karma clock ticked and my mom sold the frigging Van! I swear I was astonished, I still am, yesterday the Van was here and now it's gone! and the whole thing took 3 days.

day 1: 'Hello do you sell a Van?' "Yes." 'Can I go see it?' "Sure."
day 2: 'Hello I came to see the Van.' "Sure" 'Oh I like it..I wanna buy it' "Great!"
day 3: 'Here you have the money' "Here you have the keys"

~The End~

The only problem with the Karma clock, and this is why I called it Karma clock, is that after this good luck my family have leaves, it comes to me and they have very bad luck, as bad as the one I experienced, which is only fair but it always worries me.

I bet there must be a ton of people out there thinking I'm crazy, but they have not lived what I've lived so I don't care. The only thing I regret is not being able to control this thing because I swear it doesn't matter how bad I feel as long as the people I love is fine. My consolation will always be that as long as they are fine I'll be fine too.

End of the Karma clock story.

Today I went out with Pablo (yeah!! something worked for me at last! weeh! weeeh!!), we went to watch Hitman and it totally rocked. I dunno why in rotten tomatoes they hated it so much, we had lots of fun, and on top of that the auditorium was full of young people laughing and jumping and squeaking with the gory parts, so it was awesome!

The plot was very easy to follow, main character guy kills the president of Russia, then he gets hunted down by the Russian intelligence. While running away he meets whore, they kinda fall in love but never kiss because main character guy sucks with women and reads magazines about how to get to know chicks. Main character guy and whore get separated, main character guy kills everyone, saves his ass and gets revenge at the Russian intelligence, continues killing people for ever and ever and he gives a vineyard to the whore...because she wanted one, and they live happily ever after eating grapes and killing people.

IT WAS GREAT!...I think I'll download it.

With Pablo we talked about him and his decision of studying philosophy, I'll never understand it, he is so *SO* smart and has an incredible way with numbers. I remember when Jose and I wanted to kill him because he was able to understand Japanese while sleeping! He used to fall asleep in classes and when our sensei asked him questions he KNEW the answers...URGH! Still I'll support him and I'll listen his thoughts about people, global warming, communism, etc. It's great talking to him, sometimes I need someone with other views (other *very* strong views), to talk to it helps me to understand the world better.

We also ate ice cream and laughed and joked a lot about the TV series we watch, even though he doesn't want them on TV but he buys the dvds ::rolls eyes::. I told him I wanted a TV card for my computer to watch television, he told me to buy a small TV and put it on my bed and on my computer chair at night, I asked him if he was crazy hahaha!

Then we went to the supermarket to buy some things my mom wanted and after that we went to play video games. I suck at killing zombies, and we spent all the money of the card, but we promised next time we were gonna spend $10.000 each on tickets for the games, it's gonna be really cool.

It was a sweet afternoon, I really missed my friend.

In other news: Today I went to hell (I mean the school I used to work) to look for my money, but they told me...after 20 minutes waiting, that it was going to be ready on Friday. Of course I went wearing a miniskirt and all the bitches who were there stared at me during my whole 'visit', poor things...they can keep my job and I'll keep my youth.

Hmmm ::giggles::

Today I'm happy, I'm really happy...and I also fell in love...

with Agent 47.

I've finally understood...

2008-01-14T12:27:00.000-04:00

...The reason behind all my misfortunes.

Yeah, God works in mysterious ways, but I shall not write the reason until tomorrow when everything works as I hope it will. I know better than anyone that the best way for something to work as planned is not to tell a single soul about it.

In other news: I've been watching all my Jane Austen Movies/Miniseries and I'm so, so, so delighted. Ten hours with Miss Austen can make wonders to your prose ::insert coy smile here:: To make things even better Pablo and I couldn't go to the movies today but we'll go tomorrow, and we've decided also to go to the museum on Sunday (yay!) he loves museums too! Who knew.

My sister on the other hand is getting more insufferable with each passing day, and since now my mom can't blame my aunt because she went to visit my grandma, she can only blame *her* and *herself*. Unfortunately for *me* that means more pats in the back for my mom and sister...separately of course, and sit down for hours to listen to their misfortunes.

Something that made me laugh: Pablo called me yesterday at 1:00 in the morning to tell me he couldn't go to the movies with me. The thing is I had gone to sleep early to continue with my 'anti-raccoon eye-ness' treatment, so when he called me I thought I had overslept...of course I realized my mistake when he asked me 'were you asleep?' and I said... 'Hmm, yeah...now let me go back to sleep'. Unfortunately my need for sleep went to hell after his call but also I wanted to continue with my Austen marathon, then I thought to myself, myself: that's too stupid. So I went back to sleep, but for some reason I didn't sleep well and the night was really way too hot for my likings. Summing up, Pablo is gonna make me have raccoon eyes for life. Shame on you kid.

Oh!, maybe tomorrow I'll go to register myself for my last year of Japanese ::kudos for me::

The nerv of some people!

2008-01-13T17:31:00.000-04:00

...When you think you've got rid of the bastards they always return

I woke up this morning feeling a lot better, I slept for 12 hours and I think that finally got rid of my raccoon eye-ness. The thing is I turned on my computer to check my e-mails and what did I find?

----------------------------
Isabel Arratia
to xxxx ,
date Jan 13, 2008 11:48 AM
mailed-by gmail.com

hola mabel cómo es´tas? necesito hacerte unasp reguntitas... te conectas?
----------------------------

This Isabel person used to work with me at my old school and yes she is one of the bitches. She didn't know a single thing about English but she taught there to the younger ones. She used to ask me for help to understand some textbooks and grammar rules that she *had* to know in order to teach, and since my heart is a rough as squeezed cotton, I helped her.

Of course in the end she stole my job (it was my own fault I know, but I have the right to be bitter about it..bleh), she ignored me whenever she wanted, and on top of that she used to give me these 'lessons' about how to be a 'proper' teacher, taking into account she is not even a real teacher, and just some woman who studied to be an accountant, but who cares.

So...this cockatoo dares to send me an e-mail, knowing that I don't belong anymore to her shitty school and on top of that she 'requests' to be my friend on Google Talk so she can have me at hand whenever she needs my *services*; and I bet it was Carolina the one who gave her my nickname there.

Solution?

I blocked them both.

I'm sorry for Carolina though, she is a nice person to talk to, but I won't exchange her 'talks' for my own piece of mind. Isabel is her best friend,but unfortunately for Carolina, Isabel is the last person I wanna talk to. I still remember when she gave me the 'talk' about not laughing with my children...because they 'might think' another thing about me. Oh yeah? Like what?...Oh yes, sure I'm about to go and sleep with half of my underage students and have the other half as sexual slaves. For God sake!, not laughing and talking to your students is not gonna make you a better teacher but only a moronic piece of shit who forgets you are dealing with people and not robots, and that your children are more than just a frigging number or $12.500 in your check!

Oh and another thing...if you know Spanish, you might as well realize that everything she wrote on that email has orthographic mistakes...and it's not even a full sentence. That's why Chile will be not bilingual by 2010, not because the students can't learn, but because of the teachers don't know even how to write!

In other news: Accepting my current condition made wonders. Now my brain is all relaxed, my legs look prettier and everybody seems to be at peace here. I think I'm finally on holidays.

I decided...

2008-01-12T19:13:00.000-04:00

...shirking responsibilities is not so bad, for a while.

A couple hours ago I remembered when my dad was sick, he suffered two heart strokes and almost died. Then I remembered when the doctor looked at my dad's exams and then at him again and said: 'According to these exams you should be dead already!' , doctors how can you not love them. Well, the thing is in that moment (my remembering time) I had a revelation...I'm all down and depressed because I have the *time* to be depressed. If I were doing something for my life instead of bitching and complaining I would go back to my old self. So I went all girly and polished my nails, fixed my hair, took a shower an felt a thousand times better, of course it also helped that Pablo wanna go out with my on Monday (chuckles here) and we are gonna go to watch this chilean movie 'Chile puede'. We were gonna watch Hitman, but we both realised it was gonna be a waste of money.

So yeah, back to my revelation...

I'm gonna watch all the movies and series I love, and download all the soap operas and dramas I want to watch. There's no reason to expect these holidays are gonna be any different to the previous ones and that was my mistake. There's no need for me to stress myself over some stupid trips, if I wanna relax and truly run away from everything I should just pack my bags and go to visit my grandmother. She lives in a small town that I bet God doesn't even remember creating and they don't have telephones, nor Internet and cellphones work only if you are lucky enough to find the signal. Which is even better, two miles from there you can get to the beach, the prices are not that expensive and I think I'll be able to give my mom some decent vacations and then we can go back as good as new.

Carolina was right, I just needed to put my head straight and now I feel a thousand times better, still tired, but that's normal after your first year of 'real work' with really nasty people and noisy but lovely students.

I decided that next year I'm gonna save money from March to November and I'll maybe go to Easter Island for a couple days, or just to any good hot springs my cousin recommends me. I found out that making plans for holidays is just not my thing and that if I wanna rest I should begin for resting my head a little so from now on I'll be as retarded as any blond bimbo...a la Paris Hilton even and just have fun.

Uhh, did you hear that? I think my brain just sighed in glee, hahaha.

In other news: Today I watched the Nodame Cantabile special, it was sooo romantic, I can't wait to watch the second part. That reminded me that tomorrow it's my second Monthssary with my boyfriend, but I think I'll omit that from my mind and I think he will too. I'm sure he will agree with me that seeing each other 1 time through a web-cam doesn't look like a real relationship at all, so I suppose I'll wait until he comes back in February and re-take the whole thing from were we left it, or not x_x we'll see. I'm sure he feels the same, this whole 'I'll see you when I see you' thing is making me really ill and I bet he is ill too, hahaha.

I feel so much better now, no weight on my brain...so now if you excuse I'll go and have fun watching North and South, I need to feed my BBC madness ^-^.

Annoyed about a few things

2008-01-11T23:06:00.000-04:00

...oh yeah, because the story never ends.

The truth is, even though it doesn't seem like it, I'm a pretty easy going person. Even when I get mad, at whatever reason, I just stay quiet and look at somewhere else to avoid any kind of fight or problem it may occur, and this is of course related to my inability to express myself out loud in a coherent sort of way. However, this time this whole issue of plans going just *totally* wrong, one after another, made me realize several things which I'm not sure I want to deal with in my current state of mind.

Oh yeah, I said state of mind.

The other day, while I was having a blast writing here how unfortunate I was, I forgot to mention that I almost had an emotional breakdown the last day I went to sign the final papers in my old school.

It wasn't even because of the bitches I used to work with. It just happened because when I was leaving and I saw the doorman of the school, a very nice old man and the only one who used to greet me with a smile in the morning. So this doorman wished me 'good holidays', so I hugged him I wished him 'good holidays' too, and a 'good year' and in that minute I just fell apart. I told him that I was not going to see him anymore, because...well I *had* to leave and he said (and showed me with his face) that he truly regretted that but that he was happy because he had been working with me 'a real lady' (his words nor mine) and that he wished me the best luck. It still bring tears to my eyes, I have them right now.

What shocked me the most is that I could stand the bitches, losing my kids, quitting my position as a head teacher plus all the humiliations, but a hug just killed me and that upsets me.

The thing is I've been thinking the reason behind everything seems to be going wrong lately is because my star is telling me to look for a job *now* because I might not have the chance in February (I'm just speculating), and if it's that so I'm screwed. Why? Because I cant deal with people right now, I can't deal with more rejection and strange faces, and fake smiles and cold handshakes, I should say my brain is shutting down for real this time. As an example: I just talked to my boyfriend a couple hours ago and he began talking about poetry, and I swear to God I was about to faint, not because the topic is boring mind you, but because for some reason I reached the point where I cannot accept more information in my head, he seemed pretty happy though, and of course he has reasons to be. He's been having a great time by going to new places, meeting new people and taking pictures, while I'm here stuck in my house, going to the cinema and to the library whenever I can to scape from reality. This just sucks...and is making me bitter and resentful and a total bitch and I hate myself a thousand times because of that.

When I saw Jose the other day I realized how much I was starving for some human contact, other than my family of course, and that for some weird reason every time I try to do plans to go out with one of my friends, there's another friend who says they wanna see me too that same day, so I go and cancel the first date, but then the second one makes a mistake on the dates and goes and cancel their date too, and I go back to zero and I'm so babbling right now, I just wanna shoot myself.

One thing which has just made me smile, Pablo my friend from my Japanese classes added me to his facebook...ahhh I missed him so much. I'll never forget when he helped me making the graphics for my thesis and then he actually *CALLED ME* to know how the presentation had gone.

...

Maybe this time I'll have another friend to go to the movies with...

I wanna go back to the sunny me so badly, I even worried my boyfriend over nothing, he said something like he was glad of having this conversation about poetry with me, and I said I didn't and he kinda freaked out. Next time I have the idiotic idea of telling him something please, shoot me, no seriously...shoot_me, or hit me, or bring the whole Al Qaeda gang.

I need some peace of mind here.

Oh my God...

2008-01-09T23:44:00.000-04:00

...the minister of education is ugly as HELL

So I attended the seminar Michael Fullan gave at Crown Plaza. It was about the latest ideas on school reform and teacher behavior, very interesting stuff if you ask me. Everybody who was 'someone' in the education world was there, the head of the CPEIP, the head of Microsoft Chile, who happens to be also a history teacher, the head of the education department of ONU for South America and finally our Minister of education, who is as I said, ugly as hell...and stupid...and can't memorize a speech even if her life depended on it.

On 2006 I attended another seminar at Crown Plaza, but only this time I put real attention to my surroundings. The 'room' where the seminar was held was *huge*, we were around 1500 people there and there was still more space available for another 100 or so. This hotel is *so* damn cool, and the coffee break wasn't bad either, I ate lots of chocolate and butter cookies, yummy!

Michael Fullan reminded me of Santa Claus without beard, chubby and smiley, but he is totally awesome, his ideas about education and the way he expresses himself is wonderful, I think I've finally found my roll model. I'm not gonna write down the notes I took at the seminar because I think it's better to read his books , but I have to say Santa took my breath away.

The only problem about the seminar was the time, I wonder what the heck were they thinking when they planned a seminar at 8:30 am! Everybody was falling asleep during the first 45 minutes, myself included, and then they said 'coffee break' and we all ran towards the cookies. Chileans...

I left Crown Plaza at 1:30 pm approximately and then I called my friend Jose. We had been wanting to go to the movies for ages and yesterday was the only day I could go because I was leaving for Viña del Mar the next day. She said 5:20 was fine and I went to eat something in the meantime. Then my friend Dani called to tell me that she couldn't have me at her house in Viña del Mar because a project had come along and she *had* to take it or she was going to die, yadda, yadda, yadda, so in the end all my plans of roasting myself like a chicken went down the drain, as usual.

Pissed as I was, I went to the cinema, bought the tickets and waited for Jose, but she didn't arrive at 5:20 nor 5:30 or 5:45, in the end she arrived at 6:00 pm. I swear I was about to faint. In the meantime my boyfriend called (yeah! he is alive!) and since Carola told me I had to follow my heart and be true to my feelings if I wanted transparency in our relationship (yeah, we had a heart to heart talk which reminded me of karate kid, a lot...dunno why) I told him I missed the hell out of him, and he said he missed me too...and I believe him...BUT I SO DAMN MISS HIM MORE, DAMMIT!

I swear this is like a huge conspiracy against my mental health, worse than area 51, or the pyramids, or the Kennedy murder. I bet God is laughing his ass off right now and thinking: why don't I ruin all her plans for going on holidays and make her wait like frigging Penelope for her boyfriend? Isn't that a great idea, Isn't it? Isn't it? What do you think Gabriel?, Huh? Huh?? This is so_not_fair, I'm an independent woman, dammit! I'm so pissed right now I could bite somebody's head off! I'm not used to miss people, I hate that! I dunno what the hell is the Lord trying to teach me this time, because He knows I'm patient as hell, and it is not necessary for me to practice now, thank you very much.

URGH! I NEED VALIUM! ::end rant::

Back to Jose...

Since we had missed the first 45 minutes of the movie (lol) I told her I could buy new tickets so we could watch another one, and she said in a very Jose-like manner 'ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?' (I love this woman), so she decided we could go and act like we were going to go to watch the movie we missed but enter another auditorium, and of course we did that.

I told her we should hide in the bathroom, so we run for it while she called her mom to ask her for the time of the next movie. The only one which had just began was Alvin and the Chipmunks, so Jose told to her mom we were gonna go and watch it. She said we 'WERE FRIGGING NUTS' (I love her mom) and she hung up.

So we watched Alvin and the Chipmunks, which was really cute, and then we ran to the next auditorium and watched Enchanted, which was as sweet and funny as I imagined it was. (I so have a Disney princess complex.)

I had told my boyfriend I was going to send him a message later so we could chat a little bit more, or we could see each other through our web-cams. Unfortunately Jose and I decided it was time for some girl bonding and left the mall (after talking until our tongues hurt) at 12:00 (yeah for real), and then we kept talking when she went to my house to pick up her x'mas present (a hello kitty clock) and she also gave me one, a light blue handbag, I loved it. In the end I sent him a message at 12:30 or so...and I wanted to kill myself, of course he didn't answer until 11 something...today.

Talking about today...Today Sara, my friend in Chiloe, told me she was leaving on the 21st to Talca instead of the 28th and that she wanted me to go to Ancud in February instead of January so we could be together.

I swear I could listen to God laughing his ass off again.

I e-mailed her back to tell her I *had* to go on January because I *had* to look for a job on February and to study for my Japanese exam. A couple minutes later Dani called me again...and her mom, to tell me that I could go tomorrow to Viña, or right now if I wanted to, because Dani wasn't gonna work on her project until next Wednesday. I declined their offer for two reasons, the first one is because 'everything happens for a reason' and if this happened maybe it was not the right time to go, and number two is because I was still upset at the whole thing.

So...shit, I don't have a home to arrive at when I go to Chiloe with mom, nor I'll see Sara who knows how everything works there, and all my plan have changed again.

Oh! and my boyfriend is coming back in February, or I think he is...and of course I will have no time to see him because I'll be going to my grandmother's house on February and then is the job thing...and the Japanese thing...

The only thing I have for certain is that Jose will take me to Viña del Mar next week, for 2 days, and she want us to go to the casino, which of course with my luck can mean two things:

1) I'll drown in the sea
2) I'll lose all my money at the casino

Hmm, I think I should crawl under my bed and not go out for a couple days...this is not my week...at all.

The year of the rat my ass.

Meeting an old friend...

2008-01-03T23:12:00.000-04:00

...makes you feel like the time has never passed

Today I met Karen, my pal' from university. She graduated a few months before me and we kind of drifted away a while... a year or two while.

The other day I saw her on google talk and she said she wanted to see me. The thing is we always say the same thing but something always happens and we don't go out, so today I decided it was time to stop delaying our meeting and I sent her a text message to see whether she wanted to go to the movies or not.

And of course we went.

When I arrived to the mall I didn't see Karen right away so I had to call her. It was so funny when we found each other because we hugged and laughed like crazy. Everybody stared and of course we went 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT LOSER?!' mode. We are so much alike.

Then we went to get the tickets, the girl at the box office asked me if she could give me a chocolate instead of giving me $100 because she had run out of coins...of course I said yes. So we went to find our room and of course we ended up picking the wrong one. The guys at the cinema laughed (flirted with) at us...a lot.
While we were waiting for the movie, I took a couple pictures to immortalize the moment of the reunion, but I don't think the couple who were kissing behind us were very happy of having a flash on their faces. ::cackles::

We watched 1408, which is coincidentally the number of her house (1408 = 13, get it? ...spooky). The movie is based on a short story by Stephen King (Mr. Freak) and the main actor was John Cusack who rocked, as usual. The plot was very cliché but entertaining and we spent two hours drinking Sprite and jumping.

It was good to see Karen again, she looks great as usual and looks very happy. Must be because she's been dating for three years this guy from Rancagua. Rancagua guys seem to be very nice, I have a classmate in my japanese class who is from there as well, he is a total gentleman, very handsome and smart...hm...hmmmmm.

My boyfriend has left me alone for too long...bad boy, bad bad boy.

In other news, I'm running 13 kilometers in 40 minutes every day, and I think I can see the results already (or is my wishful thinking, who knows), but today many guys whistled at me, I was so embarrassed (delighted). I swear all the way home I sang in my head "I feel pretty...oh so pretty..." . I should stop watching movies by Adam Sandler, this guy is gonna brainwash me.

Uh I think it's coming again...

I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm LIKED
By a pretty WHO COVERS HIS MOUTH WHEN HE YAWNS boy!

3..2..1 Happy New...

2008-01-01T14:14:00.000-04:00

...Huh?! What happened to the lights??!!

This is the story:

We went to spent new year's eve with my aunt and cousins. The idea was to eat there and go later to watch the fireworks, but in the end as my niece and nephew behaved horrible, as usual, we stayed in the house and waited for the clock to strike 12:00.

I finally met my cousin's fiancé , if I can call it that way, and I found out thanks to the subtle signs, my sixth sense and my dear niece who couldn't help but scream from the beginning of the dinner to the end: SHE IS PREGNANT, SHE IS P*R*E*G*N*A*N*T, that my cousin is having a baby.

Of course we didn't ask if it was true, nor she denied it.

So we were there, watching TV and waiting for the fireworks, when the clock struck 12:00...

...And the blackout came.

Yeah, for real. The most idiotic thing in the world happened, a damn BLACKOUT at 12:00 o'clock! So the first thing I thought of was turning on my camera to try to see who was beside me and hug them, because we had to hug each other, blackout or not dammit, that's the fucking tradition!

Everybody began turning on their cellphones and hug each other and then we remembered about the fireworks...and that we couldn't see them because there was no electricity! Then a neighbor came to the door and said we could watch them if we ran 3 blocks ahead, so we grabbed the champagne and the ice-cream, and we all ran the dammed 3 blocks and when we arrived of course there were no fireworks, we could only hear them from afar.

We grabbed the champagne and the ice-cream again and we all ran back to the house and from there to the second floor where we could see literally 2 fireworks and then everything was over. In that moment the electricity came back and we could watch 5/8 minutes from the fireworks in Viña del Mar, while I was trying to call my friends, but as Fernando predicted, the guys at Entel disconnected the system so I could greet no one.

Afterwards everybody ran away. My sister left for a party, to which of course she didn't invite me but had the nerve of asking me for 40 USD to go, and of course I gave them to her; sometimes I hate myself; then my cousin left for another party and of course she didn't invite me either.

It doesn't matter though, I got my revenge by taking her pictures with a runny nose, and my sister will face my mother's wrath.

HA-HA-HA

2008 here I go, meaner and reloaded.

Unemployment

2007-12-28T21:34:00.000-04:00

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Unemployment is the state in which a person is without work, available to work, and is currently seeking work.

So yeah, my current situation couldn't be better described even if I wanted to. I bet you can imagine how I feel right now, or maybe you don't. I'm 25 years old, just out of university, worked for a year, wanted that to be a good experience but it didn't because some bitches were out for my blood (and today I think I understood why), and now I have to start all over again, the same shit I had to go through last year, but only worse.

Apart from being fired today was a pretty shitty day. First we got our paychecks (that wasn't so bad), so we asked permission to go to the bank to the person in charge, she said 'yes'. When we were walking towards the bank one of my old students, a 8 year old, saw me and came running towards me to give me a present, I think I died a little in that moment. Anyway, less than 10 minutes later Mrs. J****, the person who had allowed us to go to the bank called me to my cellphone to tell me we had to go back immediately to the school, meaning: we were gonna be fired and they didn't want us to run away. I'll explain that later on.

We waited up anyway until it was our turn and went back on a cab. The bitch-mistress was waiting for me to sign the papers and make it official. Not that it was a surprise, after all they had published on the Internet they were looking for a new English teacher on December 9th. That's a school with class ladies and gentlemen. So I signed the papers, I smiled as usual and even though I was nervous as hell and I could feel my fingers shaking, because I hate from the bottom of my heart going inside that office which I call the cubicle of doom, I signed the four copies of that shit, shook hands with the bitch, because they might fire me but I still have manners, and left.

As Fernando said, I could've screw them really good if we just left with our money and didn't go back to be notified of our dismissal. The explanation is quite simple, the thing is the person who employs you has until certain date to fire you, if they take more time to do so they have to pay you for the entire next year as refund for your wasted time and your impossibility of going to job interviews for being at school all the time.

In the end of the story, Fernando and I said that we weren't able to go to the bank and we asked for permission to go to the bank *again*, and they agreed, only this time we went home and didn't go back. What could they do...fire us? *laugh*

I spent the rest of my day drinking chicken soup, watching Disney movies, and getting depressed. Nowadays I cry for *everything*, it's awful. I was watching a documentary about Iraq and the war and I burst into tears, same thing when I was watching the news about the hosts that are gonna be released in Colombia. Same thing when I think about my students...and about my life which seems to go nowhere. My mom says I don't have to lose faith because good things will come to me, I hope she is right, I don't wanna go back to my old-self again.

*Note on the bright side: Today I used my KONAD kit for nails and they look quite pretty now. I also bought a kit to do pilates at home, so pretty body here I go.

So tomorrow is the D day...

2007-12-27T16:07:00.000-04:00

...and I bet Donald Trump would be proud of those bitches

What I really don't understand is why they have to fire Fernando too. He is the Art teacher and my best pal in that place. I don't think they are so psychotic they have to throw away anything and everything related to me, because if that's the case, that's so twisted...geez! At least I know Lorena is getting fired too because I found an add on an online newspaper where they were looking for a new Biology teacher. Awww poor bitch.

Today Fernando an I, along with Rafael went to Feria Mix and to some toy stores and then went to grab something to eat. Maybe because everybody knows tomorrow is the big day, they let us go before lunch time and we took all the time of the world. Rafael is a very nice man, quiet and smart and laughs a lot...as in *a lot*. But it seems Fernando and I can make everybody laugh with our jokes and stupid conversations. I'm gonna miss my pal, he could've taught me so many things, because he is very clever and knows a lot about the educational system, and how to defend yourself when others try to attack you. I wish we could find a job together in another school; starting from scratch sucks sometimes, all the 'human-relations' thing is not my cup of tea. But since that's not gonna happen I hope he can find a good job for himself and his family.

In my case, I looked at some newspapers and online adds, but nothing of my liking, or if they were there was no way I could arrive in time because I have no car and buses here suck big time. I was thinking about going to the school which is crossing my street, but I'm afraid that it'll be the same 'environment' I had to endure this year.

Ahh...

So I'm drifting away and once again on the run, waiting for tomorrow and my blue envelope. Maybe I could puke on the headmistress face and say I was too nervous.

Yeah, maybe I'll do that.

I'm still moody...

2007-12-26T19:55:00.000-04:00

...but at least I had lots of cake

Today we played secret Santa at school, but as everybody was mad because some people picked up 2 papers instead of one, we had to write down the name of our friend in the presents and leave them under the Xmas' tree. Afterwards we had to go one by one to get the present from the hands of the maths teacher.

I got two necklaces, two pairs of earrings and two rings, which looked nice until my workmates asked me if they could see them...and then they proceeded to try everything on. Now my things don't look so pretty anymore. It doesn't matter though, I swallowed my pain by eating cake and French fries, lots of them, in the annual breakfast that all the teachers have to celebrate the end of the school year.

Today was a happy day, considering I'm about to be fired and my workmates are already asking me if I feel uncomfortable waiting for doom's day, which sucks...a lot. So here I am now, listening to some indie Japanese band and reading about the top 100 things that Chuck Norris can do.

My body also hurts because yesterday I began to work out again (yay me!), so I'll look like a total siren when I go to Viña del Mar to visit my best friend. I've already written a brochure kind of thing with the places I wanna visit.

Viña del Mar, I hope you can save me from being jobless, boyfriend-less and fun-less.

I...

2007-12-25T21:29:00.000-04:00

...want a new job, badly

Yup, I'll be fired on the 28th and I really want a new job *now*. Next year I'm supposed to be traveling to China with a friend so I need a lot of money, meaning I must find a job ASAP.

The truth is I'm totally terrified I won't find any decent school where to work, or if I find one it'll be so far away that I'll have to spend half of my day on the subway. Being a teacher is already hard enough to sacrify myself that way, add grading tests to the math and there will go my sanity. Sometimes I wish I had a car, but I wouldn't be able to afford having one with my current salary.

I'm also scared because I feel I'm not qualified enough for working in a better school, I still don't have a M.A and I need one if I want to work in schools like 'Grange' or 'La Mesonet'. My English is good enough, I think, but still there a thousand things I must learn and I dunno what to do.

I guess I'm having another 'I really suck' phase again.

I need a job...or my nightmare of working at Macdonald's will become true

The Biology teacher is a BITCH

2007-12-19T19:24:00.000-04:00

Or she needs to get laid...badly

Oh my GOD! That's the only thing I can say.

L******, the biology teacher is a total B*I*T*C*H!. Today all the teachers (myself included) were trying to make Pepe pass 10th grade. The reason behind it is the fact that Pepe is the kind of child who was so forgotten by his parents that if he drops out of school he'll leave it for good, meaning that every hope we could've had for giving him a good future will be lost.

But what did she do?

Exactly the opposite, of course. She went to bitch and complain to the headmistress and to his head teacher about the decision. Afterwards she came to me to tell me that I had to STOP doing miracles with his grades. Then she went on bitching and bitching until J***** had to ask the other teachers to stop trying to help Pepe. So it seems that tomorrow he will fail and another kid will be expelled of the system adding another number to the statistics.

I'm so utterly mad that I could bitch slap that hoe!. However, it seems the children will be the ones laughing in the end, because for what I've heard she began failing so many children and doing such a shitty job at grading her tests that everybody is fed up and she won't be returning next year.

Ta-tah you curly perm bitch, you and your communism and ugly skirts can go to hell now for all we care. Ruin Pepe's life, but God will ruin yours!

HA!

Grading papers is as bad as...

2007-12-17T21:56:00.000-04:00

Fighting with your colleagues over the class books

The B side of being a teacher is not just grading papers but the monumental struggle for finding the class books to add the finals marks.

Today I had a 'Frodo Baggins' moment when I realized that there were 11 subjects and everybody had to have everything ready by 1:00 PM. Meaning: I had to go and literally steal half of the books from my workmates' tables and run away to the horizon cackling.

I got caught twice, one by my worse enemy (you know who) and the other one by the Spanish teacher, but she is a nice person so she kept quiet...the other one on the other hand...

Whatever.

After I finished with all my work I went to play for a little with the Art teacher. He is so funny, he jokes all the time, about everything! I think he likes me, but he already has a couple so it's a big *no no* for me. I wish I was as funny as he...as my friend says: if wishes were fishes. Meh.

I'm happy though, because I managed to see some of my ex-students. The ones who didn't study at all and had to go for a review for their finals.

I managed to save like 3 or 4 of them of failing this year, so of course I have more chocolates now, *hahaha*. On the other hand, some of them are still praying because tomorrow they are gonna be told who failed and who didn't.

Matias went to see me where I was working and we laughed at some youtube videos I showed to him last night. Javier went to see me too, he had had a haircut and looked really cute with it. I asked him whether his head was bigger that his hair looked shorter or what, he just laughed.

Today was a good day, I'm content and pleased because tomorrow I won't be spending half of my day adding marks ::happy sigh:: Hopefully, I'll be able to relax and take more pictures of the students who still gotta go to school. At least I learnt how to use the frigging' camera. I rock!

I miss my puppies =(

How can I not love them

2007-12-16T08:30:00.000-04:00

If they send me stuff like this

This is a typical e-mail from my ex-students. It makes me wonder though why did I teach them English if they could've just used this...dictionary:

From: Matias

Juajaujauajau me cague de la risa cuando lo vi asi k se lo envio con
mucho cariño tia mabelsita xD

CURSO DE INGLES DE EMERGENCIA

Si tiene que viajar de emergencia a los Estados Unidos y no tiene
tiempo para aprender ingles, léase esto, lo puede salvar en un momento
de necesidad:

1. Si quiere una COCA COLA diga GUIMI A COUC.

2. Si quiere un cafe y una dona diga COFI AN DONUT.

3. Si quiere unos huevos con jamon diga JAM AN EGS.

4. Si se agarra un dedo con la puerta del Taxi diga FOC.
5. Si algo le parece muy costoso diga FOC.

6. Si se cae en el metro diga FOC.

7. Si lo asaltan en el Bronx diga FOC.

8. Si se encuentra con una mujer de esas de película diga UANA FOC !.

9. Si alguien le grita algo que contenga FOC responda FOQUIU TU.

10.Si pierde el pasaporte, detenga un policia y diga AI LOST MAI
FOQUIN PEIPERS.

11.Si se pierde en la ciudad, grite AI AM FOQUIN LOST.

12.Cuando se refiera a un tercero diga DE FOQUIN GAI OVER-DER.

13.Si quiere acostarse con una morenota dígale AI UANA FOC WIZ YU.

14.Si quiere acostarse con una rubia dígale JALOU, CAN AI FOQUIU?.
15.Si no sabe donde tomar un Taxi diga JAO TU GET A FOQUIN CAB?.

16.Si esta muy enojado NO diga REFOC, solo diga FOC varias veces(FOC,
FOC, FOC,...)

17.Si le quieren tomar el pelo pregunte AR YU FOQUIN MI?.

18.Y si estas instrucciones no le sirven de mucho...." Uat da foc YU uant?"

SPANISH FOR GRINGOS (Para que los Gringos aprendan castellano)

There's always something to learn or to try, many times you need to
say some phrase in Spanish, but you don't know how to say it, don't
worry, your problems have finished, if your are a gringo and you don't
know speak Spanish, we'll be helpful in your learning. For an
instance, we took from it some common phrases, just try and you're
gonna see the difference and how easy is to speak Spanish.

(léanlo en ingles, esta genial!)

1. Boy as n r = Voy a cenar = I'm gonna have a dinner

2. N L C John = en el sillon = on the armchair

3. Be a hope and son = viejo panzon = fat old man

4. Who and see to seek ago = Juancito se cagó = Little John is a
chickenshit. (jajaja.. coño que bueno)

5. S toy tree stone = estoy triston = I'm kind a sad.

6. Lost trap eat toss = los trapitos = the little rags

7. Desk can saw = descanso = (you) rest.

8. As say toon as = aceitunas = olives.

9. The head the star mall less stan dough = deje de estar molestando =
stop bugging me.

10.See eye = si hay = yes we have

11. T n s free o ? = tienes frio = are you cold?

12. T N S L P P B N T S O = Tienes el pipi bien tieso = you have an erection.

13. Tell o boy ah in cruise tar = Te lo voy a incrustar = I'm going to
insert it in you

My last day with my loved ones

2007-12-15T00:29:00.000-04:00

I'm gonna miss you kids

I still have to go back on Monday to finish with the paper work and adding the final marks, but the most part of my job is done and I won't be returning next year.

This is the end.

Not even a day has passed and I'm already missing my children. Right now I'm covering myself with the t-shirt one of my boys gave me (it's huge because he is awfully tall) while listening to sad and moody songs. At least I have a ton of chocolates they gave me to help me deal with my sadness.

I still have no idea what I'm going to do next year, but I don't think I'll be able to stand working at a place like this school anymore.

Ahh...

I've learned so much in this past year that I feel a thousand years older and wiser. I think I finally got my wish of developing a bigger emotional background and now I can truly help my children in whichever aspect of their lives and needs. I still have many things to learn, of course, however now I know I'm prepared for facing the rest of my professional life with a strong smile and a sweet fist.

It's so strange that those guys at the ministry were right...They said the 'new' education had to be a two ways street: Teachers teaching students and students teaching teachers, and that's so true. Children teach you everything about life and you don't even realize that until it's too late. I wish we all could be children forever, I bet we would be a thousand times wiser.

Matias I'll keep your t-shirt forever. Thank you.

X'mas Time

2007-12-11T16:17:00.000-04:00

But I'm still waiting for my presents

It's amazing the amount of students that came to me to tell me: 'Miss ***** help me please, I need 2 more points or I'll fail this year' ~~again~~. So, what can I do but to try helping my poor beasts. Of course it won't be easy ~~but at least I'll get lots of candies and chocolates for my good deeds~~. I was thinking about taking some oral exams because I have no time at all to grade more papers, God knows I've been working my ass off the last few weeks.

I feel sorry for those who are going to fail no matter how many points I give them, because they'll end up attending worse schools than the one I work in and that is really gonna make them behave even worse. It's not like their parents pay attention to their kids either, so it's like I'm hitting the wall every time I try to help a child. For example it took me 3 months to get a parent to buy a *photocopied* version of the book I needed to teache their kid *GRRR* (and they *do* have money!!)

In other news, today I got a X'mas card from one of my 3rd graders (awwww). I'm gonna miss my children so much! I'll always remember when one said: "Miss where did you get the operation to look so pretty?" (I swear my heart stopped for a second) or the
"Miss do you wanna marry me" or the "Miss!..." and then he would look at me, point me with his little finger and blow me a kiss.

I won't forget my 11th graders either, they were so lazy but they made me laugh so much. For example today a student said: "Miss they are the PA-JA couple! Pa for Pancho and Ja for Jaime" (Paja means masturbation in Spanish...so I couldn't help it but I laughed...hard)

I won't forget either when they pasted a giant penis on the roof, and when I asked the boy to take it down he took like half an hour before getting the courage to do it.

Ahhh..good memories

Oh! and my 10th graders...who didn't look like 10 graders at all! (Failing so many times 10th grade can do that to people *lol*) I was platonically in love with 3 of them *sigh* I think I was born too early ::cries:: One of them asked me to be his girlfriend during the final test and another student told me: "Miss do a King of Spain to him" so I told the kid "¡Por que no te callas!" I laughed so hard afterwards that I couldn't breathe.

I think I understand Barbra Streisand now...Meeeeemoriiiiieeeees...

Oh my GOD

2007-12-10T18:33:00.000-04:00

or... OMG!!!!!

Today a 4th grade kid went Berserker on me! I'm still in shock.
The darn kid tried to destroy the class book (because I was writing another reprimand note about him on it) and of course I tried to stop him. The critter was so furious that he went out of the classroom, kicked the door open and made a *HOLE* on *IT*!!!! I swear!!!

Everybody was like 'THE HELL!!!' and I was like 'WTF?!’ Two minutes later my worse enemy came to the classroom (their head teacher) and she asked me 'Hey ******, what happened to Critter 1?' and of course I went all sweetheart on her (bitch) and then she said 'Yeah. That’s exactly what Critter 1 told me...' and then she told the boy to apologize to the whole class, but of course everybody was too shocked to try to understand what the kid was saying between all the sobs and tears.

I'll never forget his face, I swear I'm glad I'm leaving this school, next thing I know and this boy will try to kill me in a couple years...Jebus!

This is a picture of my student for if you are wondering about his looks (be grateful he looks happy)

My 11th graders are great

2007-11-14T00:17:00.001-04:00

Even though they don't know a single word of english

Ok, it's being a long time since the last time I wrote. I've been so busy with my life that I really couldn't sit down and couldn't continue with this guilty pleassure.

Today my 11th graders had a soccer match against the last year students, and they won!!!!! waaah!!! I love these kids, even though they are spoiled rotten and never pay attention in class (and most of the time I wanna kill'em all) For teacher's day they invited me to have breakfast with them and they gave me presents and all. Well my 10th graders gave me presents too, and so my 5th graders... I felt so loved.

It's being really hard for me all these months, not only because it was my first real job, but because in the end my 'peers' (lousy bunch of bitches that's what they are, teachers...my ass) put me through so much shit that I had to sue them and all (yeah), I'll write down what happened some other day.

However, the good thing about all the pain I had to stand is that my students love me and I love them, and now I trully feel that I was born to be a teacher and that sharing our lives together even for a moment is a wondeful miracle.

I don't hate my 3rd grade anymore

2007-03-14T22:16:00.000-04:00

But I do hate my 4th and 7th grade

My 4th graders are totaly hyperactive, they should all take some Ritalin, and I'm serious. They cannot stay still, or in their chairs for more than 5 minutes.

I hate them, I *so* hate them. I hate my 7th graders too. Bastards, total bastards. Today I even put on a show as if I were going to bring their head teacher to punish them for bad behaviour. Seriously, I got fed up of having to stand their attitude, and I think it worked since they got totally spooked. HA-HA, take that you bitches.

My 3rd grade...awwwwww, I think I learnt how I have to deal with them. Clear instructions, lots of games and love and lots and lots of songs.

Today one of my 10th grader students said I was pretty. I know he was laughing at me but it felt nice anyway...I'm such a loser, hahahahahaha.

I hate everyone...really...I mean it!!!

2007-03-13T22:36:00.000-04:00

I hate everyone at my new school.

Yeah! I got a job..Yay, yay..ya...y. =_=. No fucking yay at me. I have no contract yet, I don't sign the schedule everybody has to sign in the mornings, I work 35 hours, I have 30 minutes for lunch time, but I have to split them in two. Fifteen minutes with my children, because yeh I'm a head teacher too, and that's the job of the head teacher ::rolls eyes:: and 15 for myself.

The other teachers are...well I don't even know them, there's this argentinian guy, kinda handsome, kinda ugly, hard to explain really. He says he teaches French but I only see him cleaning the school, whatever. Today he gave me a little chocolate because I was really pissed of with my little children (I have 40 of them, 7 y.o each, you do the math) so some other teachers who were around of course they began gossiping inFRONT of me about it, but I took no notice, I don't even care.

I have a 3rd grade, 4rd grade, 5th grade, 7th grade, 9th grade and 10th grade. So I get to see how the humans beings evolve during all the childhood process, and believe me when I say it's NOT FUN AT ALL.

My life as a headteacher began being a total nightmare. I had one boy who threw up the first day. Then I got two girls punching one another and today I got a note from the mom of one of them. She said she wants to see me AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

My legs hurt_a lot_, I can't take a sit while doing clases because since my children are so young they can harldy behave. Screaming doesn't work *at*all*, they only hate you more. If you kiss one on the cheek, they all want kisses too. If you go to talk to a boy who is talking too much, then all the rest begins talking too. It's awful, and it makes it worse that they know nothing of english. I have no idea what the other teachers did the other years but whatever they did, it is not working now.

Fucking headmistress of the school, and fucking coordinators still don't get me the books I need to begin to teach, and they want me to hand them in my planning for the whole year this Friday. FUCK OFF!!!, I mean, I have nothing as in NOTHING to work with the little monsters and they are asking for plannings?!

I've decided I'm gonna print all the worksheets I have for the little bastards and begin working with whatever I think is the right thing. I got tired of waiting for motherfuckers to do their job right. They think that because I'm the *new one* they can treat me like shit, so EXCUSE ME MA'AM, but I don't give a shit about any of you.

Oh yeah, for the moment there's nothing good I can recall to talk about, so g'night.

My dear Friends

2007-01-11T21:47:00.000-04:00

Today I finished writing my Dissertation in order to get my teaching degree in March, and even though I’m happy as hell for doing it, that’s not the reason of this comment.

I’m done with my Dissertation and I’m happy, but I am even happier that I realized I have the best friends in the whole world, and I don’t know what I did to deserve them. I have no words that can describe how thankful I am for having you by my side and being there for me when I needed you the most.

My dearest Joseph, without your help I couldn’t have written that huge paper. Your ideas and jokes kept me going, thanks for taking time in checking everything I wrote and explaining to me how to fix mine and my classmates’ mistakes. My soul belongs to you.

My dearest Daniela, thanks for giving me your support and waking me up every time I was going to fall asleep. Thanks also for asking your mother to help me even though I know she was tired after working all day long, your help was beyond words.

Thanks Pablo, without you I couldn’t have made all the graphics in time. Who would’ve though you silly thing were going to be such a sweetheart with me and even taking the time to call me to know how I was.

Thank you Josellyn for taking your time and asking when I could take my exam of Japanese, you took a burden off my shoulders. Thanks also for worrying for me and helping me to look out for a good job.

Lauren, thanks for taking your time and reading my Abstract, I know it wasn’t coherent…but it was 5 in the morning.

And finally, thank you Sharon for sending me those cute plushies which I received 1 hour later of finishing my work. They made my day even happier.

I don’t know what I did to deserve friends like you, but I hope someday I’ll be able to repay everything you have done for me. I love you guys and I’ll see you around soon for you never leave me alone, even when there’s no one by my side.

Women and Power in 2007

2007-01-02T11:16:00.000-04:00

I woke up this morning wondering, why oh why we have a man doing a woman's job. No, the real question is, why don't we have a woman doing Jorge Pavez' job...?

On december of 2006 he appeared on tv saying he was so glad that after 28 years the goverment finally acepted paying the teachers more for having a professional degree.

Wait a minute

28 years?

Men are not meant for dialogue, they were born for action - with one or two exceptions, of course - and wars, and...watching football matches while we cook!

When it comes to arguments, we are the best. We know how to get things done fast and nice, how to get rid of the bitch next door if we don't like her, how to manipulate things in our favour, how to fight dirty in high heels and still look gorgeous!

So we have this Jorge guy who resembles Homer Simpson ,with just a little more hair, trying to convince the goverment to give us more money. If I worked on the goverment I wouldn't give him a shit! If I were Jorge Pavez I would ask my *WIFE* how to get us a good deal. No, even better, I would put my WIFE to do my JOB and I bet she would get us decent salary once for all. If we continue like this, next time we recieve money we'll see Comet Halley up in the sky and maybe one or two flying saucers...who knows. Damn you Mr.Pavez.

Now that we are talking about *looks* I'd like to say something, Chilean *female* teachers dress like hell. No, really, they trully dress like hell.
With their long skirts/pants, the awful make up, the ridiculous piggy tails, the same jacket and shoes they use every day, Blah!. What the hell is going on?! Is it because of the bad salaries?, (Uh oh, Mr. Pavez you again?).

No, I know that we have bad salaries but not as bad as to dress like a scarecrow 24/7.

I remember when I did my professional practice, my students *awww memories* used to love all the clothes I wore, and my shoes, and my boots, because YES! I used to change my shoes and clothes all the time! OMG THE HERECY!.

The fossilised female teachers should understand that looking great is also a way of showing our students it's cool to be a teacher. That is cool to help forming people, and that we are as important as any other professional.

Wearing nice clothes also shows love for the role of the teacher, and I don't give a damn if I sound like miss *Plastic* Hilton. If you look great, the girls will want to be like you, and the boys will er...want to be with you (in the platonic sence of course), the parents will respect you for they'll realise a TEACHER is teaching their kids, *not* a beggar.

So teachers of Chile, lets change Homer Simpson for CEO Barbie and lets get things moving, or prepare yourself for misery, 20 years of bad taste and disgusting piggy tails.

But what do I now, after all I'm mad.

Chilli Willy would be proud of you guys

2006-12-24T20:08:00.000-04:00

This is exactly why I love chilean education. Thank you MINEDUC, you always know what is best for us.

For those of you who don't have a clue who Chilly Willy is, take a look at this picture.

If you are wondering about the song, the name is 'Spanish Flea' (la pulga española), and it was taken from the Montezuma's revenge game.

Oh Jebus

2006-12-23T01:40:00.000-04:00

I just can see myself in a couple years...

I wanna kill myself

2006-03-28T14:42:00.000-04:00

or...

I really wanna kill myself.

So my boss really enjoys making me work on things I shouldn't be doing. While my 'work'mates, drink coffee, yawn and laugh...

I'm correcting hundreds of exams (I had to spend my weekend correcting 135 of those ) and on monday I had to re-correct another 45, since she realised there were too many bad marks, and because it was 'her' class (and she may be called from the school principal to ask her what the heck is wrong with her?), she asked me to make a new scale and 'fix' some grades.

WTF????

And I did it.

You know, I'm beginning to hate being a teacher.

So appart from the tests, yesterday she goes and with a guilty face asks me: 'May I ask you a BIG favour', I was thinking 'oh shit, more tests', but no. She adds: 'I need to go to my daughter's school this afternoon, so do you mind staying till 7 pm and replace me for a while?, you only have to look after them'

I looked at my watch and thought 'Mmmh, maybe I could, maybe I could do it this time...'

NO!!!!, NEXT TIME I GET ASKED TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS I'LL BURN MY SELF WITH ACID AND THROW MY BODY TO THE MAPOCHO RIVER!

In the end, the class began at 7:00 pm, and I didn't have to look after them, I had to teach the class even though I can't do that till next week, and it wasn't even my class.

Summing up, I ended up with leg-ache, head-ache and pride-ache, with another 135 tests to correct and a pat on my back.

Excuse me, now I'll go to curl in my bed and cry.

The 'eyebroN' case

2006-03-22T16:18:00.000-04:00

Excuse me but, WTF?

I didn't post anything yesterday since I was too tired to...well, breathe, not that I feel any better today for I got a terrible cold and I keep sneezing like a cat.

Yesterday I began developing some respect for my boss, today I lost it (life can certainly change in 24 hours). Yesterday she amazed me with her 'finger games', today I almost WTF-ed and OMG-ed at her in front of the whole class.

I shall better explain myself, and no, the 'finger games' do not consist on giving THE finger to the students or anything of the sort.

To make it short since I want to go to sleep *now*.

She begins her class moving her fingers around, each movement has a meaning so while she moves her fingers the students tell a short story in an almost understandable english, which is quite good, right?.

No. Anybody who has studied methodology knows that you can't do that shit because you cannot pay attention to the pronunciation of the students so it's a total waste of time, unless of course you enjoy making them sound like the Vienna Choir, but since it actually sounded good I was amazed and I almost wanted to do it myself (it sounded good, ok?)

So she spends the whole hour doing exercises: Simple past, verb to be, negative questions, wh- questions and so on, the amazing thing is these girls almost understood what she was talking about.

If it wasn't for her pronunciation...

For her a chip is the same as a sheep

Shek/Check

I can't listen you instead of I can't hear you

or the tragic: Read allow to see your pronunciation.

Is your mom a T-shirt ~~teacher~~? (believe me, it sounded like that)

Speak IN english, instead of speak english.

...

And this was the class I 'liked'.

Oh as a side comment, she allowed 2 girls to go to the loo at the same time...uuhh oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Today: ZOMBBQ!!!1111246356736746746

I arrived 5 minutes early to the classroom and two girls told me they were going to look for the school nurse since one of them was feeling really ill, and she looked like it. I should've known that this could only be a bad omen.

My boss had to take some tests, but she didn't because their xerox machine was broken, so she makes them do the 'finger games' and then work on 'spider words'

e.g: Family: mom, dad, brother, etc

She gave them 8 words and the time was 20 minutes.

THE HECK?

Hello?, the attention span of any normal person is not beyond 5 minutes and she gives them an exercise for 20 minutes?

Still the little monsters do it, just because they are eager to please their teacher. I think if she asked them to jump of the window to get a good grade, they would do it.

Then she sends me to look for the missing tests, waiting for me to perform some kind of miracle (like fixing the machine, or whatever), so I have to run to the first floor, get lost and find two little girls who helped me find the damn machine but no tests. Wonders of wonders these little girls had english with my boss and they said 'ohhh yes miss *****, she used to make us play with our fingers'

Oh God.

So I go back, and the little monsters are still working, heh, I tell her there were no tests, so she begins checking the spiders.

'Ok girls now 'Face: eye, good, ear, very good, nose, good'

'señorita como se dice ceja?'

'EYEBRON'

'como?'

'EEEEEEEYEBROOOOON'

And this is the story of how 44 little girls had their future destroyed by a single woman.

Education is something serious you people! if you don't know something, don't go and teach your students some worthless SHIT, make them look for the word on their dictionaries or say I don't remember, not remembering is not a friggin' crime.

EyebroN

Geeeez.

English!!, What's that?

2006-03-20T17:48:00.000-04:00

'Girls, the_ ask and answer'

I went, I saw, I laughed I came back.

Oh my god, they know...NOTHING!, now thanks to that teacher I feel as if I'm an Oxford grad student (or something).

Let me explain.

I decided to arrive half an hour early ~~running away from my aunt's food~~ and I met one of my colleagues, the one who had already studied there. So we talked for a while, then she half explained to me where my classroom was and left.

So far so good.

I go to the 3rd floor to wait for the teacher and she never arrives, so I go to the teacher's room (after getting lost a couple hundred times and asking another hundred to the girls around me for it) where appart from being treated as if I was TT (teacher trash) by one of the old-and-wise teachers, I can't find my 'boss' and I decide to go back.

Once in the classroom I ask one of the girls if I was on the correct classroom, she says 'yes' and in a couple minutes I'm surrounded by 15 little girls asking me which was the diference between 'say and tell' because they had a quiz and they didn't know shit. Ok, I give them a couple examples and they leave.

Still no teacher.

Ten minutes later she arrives and chaos ensues.

She introduces me to the class but I don't think they paid too much attention to what she said -but I did-.

E.g: We have a lot of 'persons' in today.

WTF?

Ok I know that you may say 'persons' in some ocassions when you are trying to be polite and stuff, but this was not the case at all. Then I go to sit at the back to take notes, she begins by giving instructions about the quiz and I take more notes.

The quiz was good, but a total waste of time, since they didn't really learn the verbs for they were cheating and having problems with her instructions (even though she gave them in spanish).

In the end, she decides it's time to do some exercises on past simple/continuous. They had to write 'what did they do on their weekends, with whom, etc' and meanwhile she went to look for some materials, but before that she goes and write this on the board:

'The ask and answer'

Yes, you read right: The ask and answer.

Not 'TheN'

Yes of course we all make mistakes, I make thousands when I'm writing but, she looked at it 4 times! 4 times!

So this woman leaves me alone with all the poor air heads when I realise they are all staring at the board wondering 'what the heck' she meant by 'The ask and answer' so I went and explained one by one what did they had to do, and how, etc, etc.

She arrives once again with a couple hundred of boring handouts on superlatives, comparatives and simple past.

The girls didn't know anything she was talking about, they couldn't check the answers because they ran out of time.

My boss made another couple mistakes, that the students had to point out to her, so all in all it was a total disaster.

But not everything was so terrible, since they girls seemed to be friendly enough and they really wanted to learn or so I could feel. There was this little quiet girl who was studying english in some institute so at least she had the motivation enough to stand that crappy teacher.

There were some clumsy girls at the back and some others who seemed to have an attitude problem or something, but when I asked them if they had any problem they would all ask me more questions and act really polite.

So far:
Students 1 - Teacher 0

Even though my boss seems to be a very a nice woman, her english really sucks, no wonder why the standars of english are so low in Chile. Geeez I don't want her teaching my children (dream honey dream) any time soon.

She gave no homework but I have to create a personal interview so they can practise their spoken english. I have 18/25 ready, however to tell the truth I don't know how on earth they are going to answer, they don't even know how to say 'OUT' or 'SOME' in english.

Why me Lord, why me.

Close encounters of the worse kind: Please god save me for I have arrived to hell...

2006-03-18T12:30:00.000-04:00

or...

(Welcome to da' Maria sama ga miteru real action world)

Since this is going to be the first entry narrating my 'adventures' in my road to hell, I'd better begin explaining a couple things.

1)I've decided to write this journal because I usually ~~bitch~~ complain too much about my life and copying and pasting all my bitchness from window to window on irc is NO FUN at all.

2)I've decided to write it in English because...you never know. My students may be dumb but they know about the wonders of 'babelfish' so... yeh.

3)I have nothing against lesbians, gay people, bisexuals, etc, and I'm NOT making fun of them.

Yadda yadda yadda...

Ha-ha-ha Finally!, after 5 years I've become an ~~entrapped soul~~ English Teacher.
However as every decent citizent in any 'civilised country', I have to endure first 'The professional practise', which is according to -me- like a College initiation without the alcohol, i.e pure shit.

So, after weeks of sleepless nights, headaches, stomaches, and every other ache you may suffer from for thinking too much before going to the unknown, I ~~am forced~~ decide to go to **censored** and show my curriculum.

I chose **censored** for 2 reasons:First, because it is one of the best schools here (or I thought it was, we'll get to that later) and since my teaching experience equals CERO, my mother ~~pushed me against the wall~~ told me in a nice voice that doing my professional practise in an important place was fundamental for my future.

Mothers...

In the begining I felt as if God loved me though, for after ~~staring at the papers I got from my teachers~~ doing some research, the ultimate best school of Chile is here, in Santiago and I only needed to take the subway, which is a thousand times better than any other mean of transport here and cheaper, to arrive and being the lazy hen I am of course I has happy as hell.

Till I got there.

The woman who I talked to was a bipolar bitch with some weird hairdo who ended up saying the most hideous phrase in the hystory of human kind: 'we'll call you back' (it didn't help my mom had decided to go with me...and let's say that going with your mom to an interview is NOT a good idea)

However, bipolar bitch actually called me back!, after I called her twice...(and my mom called her once) and I had to pray a couple times, and fight with some other classmate because she wanted to go to the same school and according to her, she was going to be the ONLY person sent by the university to that school and that they had already sent a letter with her name on it.

In the end, I think someone in heaven must still love me (that or the Devil is too busy making all my sister's friends break up with their boyfriends to pay attention to poor old me) because when I went to the meeting, university whore wasn't there -ha-ha- and on top of that I found out that some other guy I knew was there too so I didn't feel so lonely surrounded by students from UCSH (some crappy good for nothing private university).

Now comes the 'good part'.

The thing is the meeting began at 9:00 am, and bipolar bitch went around asking everybody if they had any day they couldn't go to school, since we were all working in our thesis, but my turn never came. She decided I was going to work with the head of the English the department (holy shit) and that I was going to work in the afternoon (what the heck??). Of course you can imagine what happened when I said 'but I can't on Friday, I have to work on my thesis that day!', being the bipolar bitch she was she said: 'it's the only option you have', while she told to another classmate she could have 2 teachers to supervise her is she had problems with her schedule *insert smiley face here*.

$#€%@&!!
In the end I had to accept, because I was still mad for what had happened with university whore, and because bipolar bitch was trying to make me quit, and I'm _not_a quiter, I may be lazy as hell, but not a quiter, no sir!.

Bipolar bitch gives a 1 hour and a half speech which I am not going to write but I'd like to point out some 'interesting' things that caught my attention:

1)You may not let the students go to the bathroom at the same time because we have lots of lesbians at school and they go to the bathrooms to have sex.
2)We support our lesbian girls but we don't allow them stay at school till too late in the afternoon because they harass the smaller ones.
3)The classroom is not a beauty saloon nor a casino.

So around 1:00 pm bipolar bitch finishes her speech and says she is going to introduce us to our instructors but then she says I have to wait till 2:00 pm because that's the time my instructor arrives and proceeds to leave with all my other workmates.

Luckily one of the girls stays behind and I find out she is from my university as well and that she is an ex-student from that school, so I go and ask her 'hey is it true about the lesbian thing'?, and she goes and says 'but of course, actually I had a couple classmates that were kicked out of school because they were too over the top, but they complained to the authorities and they were on tv too'.

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The thing is my instructor never arrived, and I waited and waited for nothing. Then I go and ask bipolar bitch, once she came back, if she could sign my authorization because on friday I had to have all my documents ready. So she began signing all the other authorizations first, when she signed mine I was so happy I totally forgot I needed a stamp on it too so she took all the other papers but mine. When I realised what had happened she got furious and she said if I wanted it I had to go back on Friday.

I went on Friday and she seemed to be in a better mood, so she gave me my authorization. Then some little girl talked to her about some pregnant student and bipolar bitch said: You are wearing make up!, and the little girl gives her a kiss and leaves happily. So much for her 'no beauty saloon' policy.
I asked her then if I had to begin on Monday with my practise, since I had not idea who my instructor was (actually I did know because I went with my workmates to the 4th floor just to meet her and when the little lesbians saw me and began calling her we ran away cackling), so bipolar bitch says: NO, I have to introduce you first!, so come back a 5:00 today, I looked at my clock

12:30 pm

$#€%@&!!

So I go to university, fill in all the papers and shit, go back to my house, ate a salad and go back running to the friggin' school.

Bipolar bitch makes me wait 15 minutes because she was doing I don't know what and then we go to meet my supervisor...hm...not yet. First she introduces ANOTHER girl who arrived I don't know when so I have to wait for another 15 minutes and then I finally get to know my boss.

She seemed to be a nice woman (but I won't trust faces anymore) and was quite proud of being the only one working with songs in english (geez), she studied at UMCE as well and we had the same teachers (yeh my teachers smell like cemetery). She made me introduce myself to her class which is not the one I'm supposed to help...but what the heck, so I went and said: Hi girls how are you!, and I waved my hand, and they giggled and waved their hands back to me. My heart melt.
Of course much later my boss said I didn't have to be too friendly or they were going to kill me and stuff, but we'll see that tomorrow.