Category: Teaching

“Miss”

With my eight hours of experience, this is what I like about teaching: Being able to tell people what to do To be able to say, “Your homework is…” To have children call me “Maestra,” “Teacher” or “Miss” Having people ask me if they can go to the bathroom When someone says, “Class is over already?” This is what I don’t like about teaching: Having to be center-stage, clueless, for two to four hours To […]

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Take a Deep Breath

The woman I’m staying with is alternately warm and crusty. Rather like a pie, come to think of it. Speaking of which, she is an extraordinary cook. I’ve had an array of sopas and empanadas and all kinds of other -as foods whose names I don’t remember. She makes a killer horchata, too. Esta tarde I went with Magdalena to school which is far from here and just a few blocks from downtown. I decided […]

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Hello, Pachuca

Two days ago I took a cab to the Tuxtla Gutierrez airport, got confused about getting on the right plane, got lost in the Mexico City airport, tried to find the buses, bought a ticket to Pachuca, waited 45 minutes, and finally boarded a big green monster with front mirrors that arched forward like rabbit ears. The driver put on a video for us to watch: a Spanish overdub of Welcome Home, Roscoe Jenkins (which […]

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