Catch Up

Other things have taken priority over blogging: I've been trying to act like a functioning adult and start taking care of myself. While I still spend far too much time in front of a computer, typing words on a screen hasn't been on my to-do list. But now I've found myself with gobs of free time as the year winds down  and the children are taking exams. So I'm sitting here in the school's computer room, surrounded by shouting 6th graders, and suddenly compelled to update this dang thing. In the spirit of laziness, here is the Cliff-Notes version of these past months:

October

I love Halloween. Always have. This year I convinced Álvaro to take me to the Parque de Atracciones to check out the Halloween-themed decorations and haunted houses. We went with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. In one haunted house, I had a complete stranger cling to my dress the whole way through. Fun times.

Halloween at school was the usual dress up in the afternoon merriment. I was a pirate. Again. I was also sick. Again. I watched the original Night of the Living Dead. Again. I am a creature of habit.

November

I still have this idealized vision of a potluck Thanksgiving with expat friends, to compensate for the loneliness often felt while being away from home during the holidays. Didn't happen. So, I had two options: cry about it or suck it up and have my own dang Thanksgiving. I chose the latter. I managed to make a tasty meal without an oven (I cheated and bought a chicken from a Kebap place). It snowed the day of. Overall I was satisfied. 

Also, I finally decided that I was tired of fiddling with my phone during my two-hour lunch break, and took up knitting. 

December

Christmas! Holidays! Festivities! I love the schools at Christmastime, when you get to spend time singing songs with the kids, and suddenly you have delicious dinners with your co-workers. 

Unlike last year, I got to go home for Christmas, bringing Álvaro with me. I decided not to waste my two weeks at home, and actually got to visit a few old friends in the area. The weather was way too hot, but overall I left feeling content. No place like home.

January

I got pick-pocketed for the first time! Fun! It could have been prevented, but I had let my guard down for ten minutes while walking down a relatively empty street on a Saturday morning. I would've been impressed if I wasn't so upset. On the upside, Álvaro was a champion and helped me look through nearby trashcans on the off-chance that I could at least recover my ID card (the only really valuable item stolen). No luck, but watching him take pictures of the inside of trashcans was so ridiculous that I felt better.

February 

I turned 25! Álvaro turned 26! I had a CAT scan on my ankle. I now have a cool 3D image of my foot. I made hats. 

March

After applying back in September/October, Álvaro and I finally had our appointment for pareja de hecho, the American's golden ticket to long-term residency in Spain. While we mostly did it for immigration purposes, I was definitely giddy about adding an extra level of commitment to the relationship. Nothing has really changed, but now I can legally claim him as family. That's pretty cool.

I made my first pair of socks.

We went to Zurich, specifically to see James Mercer perform in Broken Bells. I was in the front row and it was glorious. Worth a post on its own.

April

Weather warmed up. I made a shirt.

We hit three year mark in our relationship, and went to Portugal. The students took some exams.

In late April I was rejected from a supposedly non-competitive auxiliar program, which meant I was suddenly scrambling for employment next year.

May

Lots of holidays, but little to report. Students have taken exams, and have essentially checked out for the remainder of the term. I'm still looking for a job, but to save my skin I've signed up for a CELTA course. This means I can't go home this summer, but hopefully it brings good things. We'll see!

Caminando por el bosque: One and a half months at camp

I'm alive! Back in May I mentioned a potential summer camp job. Admittedly, I was hesitant to write more in fear that at the last minute things would fall through and I'd be left unemployed for the summer. On the contrary, I was originally only offered 3 weeks and ended up working 6 weeks! So, that explains my long absence.

F.A.Q. about That One Time at Camp:

Where did you go?

I was in two camps in the province of Castilla y León. For the first two weeks of  July and August, I was here:
Molino de Butrera

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It's the same camp as the encuentro, and my personal favorite of the two locations. The scenery is absolutely gorgeous. For four weeks I was surrounded by greenery and rolling hills and forests. The downside: bugs. So many bugs. I quickly learned the word for ticks in Spanish. 

During the second half of July I was here:
Vegafria

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This camp is in Segovia, and significantly different than the Molino. For one, it's situated smack-dab in the middle of the village. I was told by the coordinator that this camp was designed as a "trampoline" for kids who had never been to camp. Downside: flat landscape typical of La Mancha (ok, so we weren't in Castilla La Mancha), and the flies. Oh dear god the flies.

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What did you have to do?

In a sense my job wasn't much different than that of an auxiliar. I was hired to play the ignorant foreigner who "didn't know Spanish." I wasn't there to teach English classes, although I was occasionally assigned entire English activities. Most of the time I was placed within a normal camp activity (sports, archery, etc) and expected to explain it in English. During my free time I was also there for English conversation.

Aaand that's actually all the questions people ask because nobody really cares about my camp experience.

Overview:

July 1-15: Molino de Butrera

The camp had about 90-something kids, which apparently was half as many as the previous year. As a monitor, you are up at 8:30 and in bed by 2:30 if you're lucky. Weekends don't exist. The shift in my sleep schedule also left me exhausted for the first week. I gained the reputation as always appearing half-asleep and yet completely aware of everything. That said, the staff was fantastic and I tried to follow their lead as best as possible. 

Highlights:

I dressed like the statue of liberty for the 4th of July. 

We went on a three day, two night camping excursion through Ojo Guareña park. The monitors camped in tents and we somehow crammed 40 kids inside a church.

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Taking a break after walking 10+ km

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I tried rock climbing. I'm terrible at it!

Too many inside jokes to name.

Getting covered head-to-toe in mud that didn't wash out of my hair for three days.

Swimming in the river.

July 15-28: Vegafria

We boarded the bus from the Molino Sunday afternoon and arrived in Vegafria that same evening. The sudden change was rough. This camp had about 60 kids, but the facilities weren't well-equipped for that capacity. Yes, everybody fit, but the dining room tables had 11 kids each and there were only three bedrooms for the campers. Try getting 30 adolescent boys to be quiet and fall asleep. It felt like things there took longer. Serving food took an hour. Activities always started late. I don't think I ever went to sleep before 3 A.M. I got sick. And there were flies everywhere. It wasn't particularly a bad experience but the constantly delayed schedules tended to wear me down.

Oh no

Highlights:

Almost all of the campers came from Las Rozas (the posh city in Madrid) and therefore had a high level of English.

People kept wanting me to say "queso fresco." Not sure why, but it caught on like wildfire.

Two of the days we had a day long excursion to a swimming pool.

Life is difficult

Canoeing in a canyon and then taking a bus to Segovia.

I did Geocaching for the first time.

Using a compass to hunt for mojito ingredients (admittedly after the campers were in bed).

One kid legitimately thought he was a vampire, and his brother was essentially a 10-year old Hodor from Game of Thrones.

When I got sick, the kids asked me how I was doing. One even gave me a hug. 

Getting porlada, which is a super-secret ritual akin to hazing but I'm not going to tell you about it.

And then I went running with this on my face

I got a call from the coordinator asking if I wanted to stay in August. Yes, it was only because every single other English monitor had gone back to the States but HEY! A job is a job and it was mine for the taking. 

I'm not sure how many wigs I've worn this past summer. Too many

Olympic day

July 29-August 11: Return to the Molino

This time I had all of an afternoon back in Madrid to recharge, do laundry, etc. That Monday we arrived back in Butrera in time for lunch. It was like coming home. We started out with 70 kids and by the second week that number dropped to the 30s. The second week we also had a group taking classes to become monitors (in Spain you need a license to work at a camp), and they were good at engaging the kids during free time and taking a bit of the work from the monitors. 

Highlights:

On the first day they couldn't figure out if I was a girl or a boy. Confidence: Negative 100

Almost going camping again. I went on the hike only to be told I was needed back at camp. Drats!

A girl got a tick on her eyelid.

Mustaches!

I became known for making weird faces. People called me emoticono (emoticon).

The kids represented me in my true form

Buying candles from a German man in a tiny pueblo called Bedón.

Cathedral in Bedón. Also Campsite #2 from the first hike.

Monitores monitoreando

"Camping" literally feet away from the Molino. I carried my mattress into the tent. 

Imagine tents here

Learning how to make new bracelets!

Visiting a cave.

Bat in the toilet. I had to fish it out with a toilet brush.

Shooting stars!

Views from the hike. This area is seriously gorgeous

In summary:

I had a really long but rewarding experience at camp. I am normally averse to nature and have always considered myself a city girl, but I was surprised how well I took to being in the middle of nowhere for a month and a half. I still lack many useful life skills and there's still no way I could survive in the wilderness, but participating in camp activities has opened me up to trying new things. Plus, being away from technology for that long was refreshing. Yes, I would sporadically use my phone for Whatsapp or Facebook, but the time spent connected to the outside world was drastically limited. During that time I wasn't worried about my appearance (thankfully, because I looked like Hell), or my future, or loneliness. I was living in the moment and having a good time. 

If anything, coming back to Madrid has been the biggest culture shock and I still haven't quite adjusted. I've gone from having a full schedule everyday to sitting around on Reddit wondering what I'm doing with my life. I'm stuck somewhere in between my camp self and my Madrid self. I've reverted to my couch-dwelling, internet-fueled persona. However, I've bought some hiking boots and I hope to take them for a spin around the mountains here.

All in all, I would absolutely do it all over again.

No more pencils, no more books

It's my last day of school, and now seems as good a time as any to reflect on my first year as an auxiliar de conversación. First, what the heck does it mean to be an auxiliar (Or "language assistant", if you prefer my english title)? According to Spain's Ministry of Education:

The North American Language and Culture Assistants Program is an academic continuing education grant provided by the Ministry of Education, Culture and Sport of Spain. Thanks to this program, a large number of American and Canadian participants have the opportunity to serve as language assistants in the Spanish public school system every year, becoming teacher aides and English or French language models, as well as ambassadors to their countries in the schools where they are assigned. 

 And more specifically:

The basic duties of the assistant are:

To assist the regular staff at classTo conduct conversation classes in the foreign languageTo supplement the classes with exercises in reading, dictation and oral compositionTo give pupils an insight to the way of life in his/her country.To prepare material.Assistants may also be asked to participate in extra-curricular activities such as workshops, field trips, music and theatre performances, or sports events.

In other words, I'm a glorified teaching assistant with a fancy title. But in all seriousness, I think the program can benefit bilingual education. In my school, all the English teachers are Spaniards with varying levels of fluency. Even those who speak well occasionally make mistakes or consult me on some minor preposition/coloquial expression/etc. It's the stuff you take for granted as a native speaker, and the stuff that drives me nuts as someone learning a new language. In a country that dubs everything (a rant for another day), it's useful for the students to actually hear spoken English. I've seen first-hand how the students with constant exposure to the language pick it up much faster than the students who merely translate Spanish to English.

Supposedly my presence has helped the students, at least according to one teacher. The first graders whom I've worked with all year seem to have a higher level than those with whom I've only taught art once a week. And despite my constant grumblings to family, friends, and complete strangers on the metro (kidding!), I actually like my job. I'd never thought of teaching as a legitimate field for me (I'm an introvert. Being around lots of strange people makes me nervous), but I'm starting to reconsider it. I like feeling like a rockstar in the halls, where the students go out of their way to shout your name and say hello. I like how easilly those little monsters dole out compliments (Wore a dress today? "TEE-CHAIR, JOO ARE BEDDY BEYOOTEEFUL!"). I like imagining I'm Bill Nye the Science Guy as I explain magnets to 2nd graders.

By Bill Hrybyk, NASA Goddard Space Flight Center [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Now that my reign of terror job is over for the year, I've got a few months to relax (minus July, where I'll be in full camp counselor mode) and prepare myself for October. Looking back, here are a few things I hope to do differently next year:

1. Discipline: Oh goodness, I knew this would be my biggest challenge as a teacher. I am terrible at being tough on people. Technically, as a language assistant we aren't "supposed" to discipline the students anyway. In theory, it's supposed to build confidence between the assistant and the students. See guys? We aren't the big, bad teachers! What really ends up happening:

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The "real" teacher leaves the room and you lose complete control of the class. 25 students shouting and you can't do a damn thing about it except wait for the teacher to come back. So come October I'm going to try and talk to my teachers and come to an agreement on discipline procedures. Therefore, I can punnish a student (take away recess, make them write an apology letter, etc) and the punnishment will stick.

2. Creativity: My job this year mostly consisted of asking the same series of questions. Over and over. Forever. "How are you?" "How old are you?" "Do you live in a house or in a flat?" "Have you got any brothers and sisters?"

It was great practice for the kids, and all of the 2nd graders passed their Trinity exams, but it was absolutely maddening. I was an English robot, who spat out the same thing everyday. It's not something I have control over. If a teacher says you've got to prepare the students for an oral exam, welp, you've got to prepare them for the oral exam. I just accepted my fate and went the easy route of rinse and repeat. But, given a bit of advanced prep, I possibly could have integrated games or changed the routine a bit for each round of questions. Yes, I'd still be doing the same thing for every student 25 times, but it's better than doing the same thing for MONTHS. At least I'd feel like I'd put some personal touches on the assisgment.

3. More cultural activities: OK, maybe I don't have control over this either, but we didn't really do much to introduce American culture in the school. I gave one class presentation about the importance of Thanksgiving and pumpkin-flavored everything, and that was it. I get it, teachers are busy with their curriculum, but I never bothered to come up with new ideas for fun class activities. Oscars awards? Valentine's Day cards? Make a turkey with your hand? Edu-tainment at its finest.

4. Positivity: I became pretty grouchy over the course of the year (possibly from the repetition), and I shouldn't have let that happen. I didn't show it to the kids, but I was increasingly frustrated with the job. I found it easier to complain rather than look for solutions. For example, I had a two-hour lunch break every day. It was too short to go home, but so long that I found myself gradually losing motivation to return to work for only two more classes. I get it, the lunch break sucks. Students can't focus after. Teachers are tired. A short work day is extended by two hours. But I can't change that. However, I can use that time for productive things. Read a book, go for a jog, prepare private classes. Anything is better than sitting around and whining about it.

One year down. Bring it on, 2013-2014.

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