The picture I'm posting is of my favorite neighborhood dog. Every morning the two dogs play around with one another. I tried to capture it one morning, and as you can see completely failed. There is another dog that comes in a close second because all you can see of him is him jumping up and down. All you see is a little black bob going up and down, up and down, for a minute or two. Pretty insane. What's so interesting?!
This past week I was in S. Nicolau to observe the TEFL volunteers on the island. We had two weeks of testing, and it was the only time that I would be able to go before the second semester started. For the week that I was there I shadowed the volunteers and followed them to their classes. Being inside the high school classroom (even passively) always reminds me that I sometimes miss it. It's always easier than it looks, and since the volunteers I observed were doing a really great job, it was easy to miss it.
S. Nicolau often gets the shaft in guide books, but I love it there. The people are really friendly (I probably know more of Brett's neighbors at this point than I do my own), and it's beautiful. A place where you can get a whole chicken dinner for 250$00 CVE or fresquinhas (?) from a neighbor is obviously a good time. The week went by fast and before I knew it, it was time to head back to the 'big city'.
Due to confusion with changes in the course plan and schedule, we weren't able to receive our schedules until Monday mid-morning (also the day that classes started). It's now Wednesday, and there is still some confusion as to whether I'm teaching Oral Comp. this morning, or Written Comp this afternoon, but if nothing else, I'm learning to just go with it. My initial OCD when I first arrived payed off though because I had originally thought I was teaching a Lit course and planned accordingly. I didn't teach it first semester, but now I have some basic materials and a course outline pretty much ready to go. During the first class I was able to introduce poetry and Robert Frost as the start point. Granted I'm more of a music than poetry person, but I guess Voltaire hit it right when he said "poetry is music". I am also teaching a beginner English course to 3* year Philosophy students.
Other than that, I'm just trying to get into a routine of some sort. I'm going on a hike slash walk this Sunday. The group meets each week at 6:30 am and goes somewhere different. I figure it's a good way to get some exercise, practice some Kriolu, and meet some people.
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