The day started out as normal with a breakfast of tea and bread. To start the day, I worked with the seventh graders. They were playing a game when I got there. Eighth graders had workbook exercises, which I had to help them with. Ninth graders’ workbook activities ended up evolving into the planning of a party that may or may not take place on Friday. The teacher said it could be because I was leaving the country. I suggested instead it could be as an end of the semester celebration.
Speaking of that, I really don’t want any sort of send off. I have never been one for wanted to be the center of attention. All I know is there have been some weird whispers that I hope that don’t turn into anything.
In the middle of all this, every class (and the teachers) is practicing dances for the festival that is happening on Saturday. I am so sad I am going to miss it. There is going to be tons of food, music, dancing, and other activities for the community. It sounds like it is going to be a blast! However I will be waiting for my plane to take off when it begins.
On that note, tenth graders’ class switched from the speaking portion of the exam to workbook exercises to practicing their samba for the event this weekend. I can commiserate with those students who you could tell despised every minute of it. I have no rhythm at all.
For lunch, I had soup, choclo, beef, rice, a potato and a cheese pancake, and a small salad of tomato and onion. I am going to miss all the fresh foods when I leave. I am definitely going to try to make things like ceviche when I get home.
I headed home after taking a short walk around the city. I passed a really cute bookstore I have never seen before. There were a lot of English-speaking people inside, so I’m not really sure what was up with that. There were like whole families with children. Even the woman working at the counter spoke English, but with what sounded like a Northern European accent. I also went into the church, meditated for a bit, and took a couple of pictures. I will try to take more tomorrow. Hopefully there will be more sun to show the beauty of the pictures and altar.
I have so much I have to do before I leave and people I need to thank. But I am lacking the motivation. I think I am spiraling into denial that I have to leave on Saturday. I took a taxi home because it was raining. Then I made myself some tea because I was feeling sad about having to leave. And now I am here, writing my blog post and not packing my things and not checking and revising my to-do list. The story of my life right there: procrastination.