You haven't lived until you've attended an 8th grade dance in a Latin American country.Recently I had this opportunity and frankly it was one of the best parties I've ever attended. In all seriousness, one of my final days working at the school "Las Dispensas" happened to be the 8th grade end of the year "Grand Ball". After paying my entrance fee of 25cents, I got to enjoy the music, awkward dance moves and body odor associated with all 8th grade dances across the world. However, getting to party with my students and just let loose was truly one of my most memorable experiences here in El Salvador. After weeks of nouns, verbs and adjectives it was a blast to salsa, reggaeton and bailar loco with these kids. (Chris, I needed you-remember our swing moves from the last night in Costa Rica!?) It was just innocent fun and although I can't tell if the kids are laughing at me or with me, for that afternoon language didn't matter...only your moves did.
Additionally, I was humbled by an invitation from my students for a "thank you" lunch. Deborah, Marla and I were treated to traditional Salvadorian fare (amazing fried yuka and tamales!) (not so amazing cake from Mr. Cakes- an affiliate of the Mr. Donut chain not surprisingly) and we were serenaded by my 7th graders. So adorable. Also attending our lunch were the disorganized school prinipal, 
her partner who also teaches at the school, Miss El Salvador wanna-be science teacher, creepier math teacher who sent me that hilarious email about "tuna get together" (sorry for those of you who didn't get that forward) and my pal the out-of-his mind english teacher who swears that English sounds better when an angel like me teaches it. It was quite a way to end my tenure at Las Dispensas. (see video below and link to photos)
More pictures:http://picasaweb.google.com/VictoriaLHertlein/LasDispensas?feat=directlink
No comments:
Post a Comment