|My pretty little town|
While teaching at the academy, a small girl (about 8 years old) told me (in broken English, hurrah!) that if my bag on floor the money go out. What she meant to say was that some Spaniards are a bit superstitious, one of these superstitions being that if you leave your purse on the ground, its very bad luck and your money will get stolen or lost. I actually found this out my first week in Spain last year. We were having lunch in the city center and I was eating with my purse on the ground next to me. I think its pretty normal for women to leave their purses on the ground in the US if they’re not sitting in a booth and don’t have one of those fancy purse hooks that fold up to be stored in said purse. So I was not expecting it when I got yelled at by a woman passing by our table on the street. I didnt really know what she said but her wild gesticulations toward my purse and angry tone told me something was awry. Ever since then I don’t leave my purse on the floor, except for in my own house (I DO WHAT I WANT). This can be an issue at restaurants sometimes cause like… what do you do with the purse?? I usually resort to leaving it in my lap and hunching over it the whole meal. But it’s usually best if there’s an extra chair, because my purse deserves a seat of its own. I’ve been really good about remembering this (un)spoken rule, mainly out of fear of getting yelled at my a stranger again. However, last week I slipped up and was reprimanded by an 8 year old. Whoops.
Last week I brought an apple to school for “snack” (we have a break from 11:40-12:10 and everyone brings a snack). I brought mine in my tote. Another teacher also brought an apple that day. Wrapped in foil…?
The other day I was “teaching” one of my 6th grade classes. We were basically just going over the answers to a work sheet. This class is particularly bad, notorious among all of the teachers as having terrible behavior and for being super chatty. The teacher that I work with in their class cannot stand them, and they don’t listen to her at all which doesn’t help the situation. Anyway, we were correcting activity number 4, I was trying to yell over the medium-to-loud din, and the teacher pinpointed the kid who was ringleading at the moment. Her decision, rather than yelling at him once again, was to throw a pen at him. Bad idea. She didn’t throw it hard enough, and it hit the kid who was sitting one desk closer in the face. Her intense rage combined with the erruptions of laughter from the rest of the class was too much for me to handle. I stifled my loud laugh, but tears rolled down my face as I tried to “set an example” while she continued the lesson. I don’t care if you’re 12 or 23, that shit was funny.
And life goes on.