Wednesday’s are my shortest days so after teaching the 8th graders, I had the day free! My host mama is also the art teacher and I got to indulge my inner wannabe artist in her classes today. One of my (favourite, shh!) third graders was sitting next to me. As I was coloring, he told me: “Tia, you’re a gringa.” And promptly went back to coloring. His drawing mysteriously had the same colors and patterns as mine did. I guess being a gringa isn’t too bad!
Additionally, my host brother (aka personal live translation dictionary!) can now add freak to his already lengthy list of descriptors about me. He is probably currently looking at my Internet history. I attempted to switch the language into English so I could delete my viewing history but was unsuccessful. Additionally, the last time I relied on my Spanish “skillz” to just guess at doing complicated computer operations in Spanish, I accidentally clearly my flash drive. Carl was kind enough to remind me how much Cate and I loved reading News of the World last summer, so I spent an embarrassing amount of my precious computer time reliably updating myself on world affairs through the website. So now he probably thinks that in addition to being a moron with pathetic Spanish skills, I am a freak who reads stories such as the headliner about a man who married his former mother-in-law with the full support of his ex-wife (aka her daughter).
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