Reggaeton

My first club in Chile played a lot of reggaeton, actually it played only reggaeton. And we were there from 12 to 5, which is a lot a lot of reggaeton. The one non-reggaeton song was Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. While the music may have been repetitive to say the least, the dancing was pretty incredible. Ed and Dom and I were the three volunteers and we are not from countries that are blessed with natural rhythm, however with us were Andrea, the teacher from Paihuano, her brother Christopher and his friend Heidi who all had extra Chilean dancing genes. They were keen to teach us how to dance/move and Christopher and Heidi in particular were incredible. They also were useful in pointing out the Pelo Leise girls, which are the rich hot ones as they have really long straight hair, and the flaites which are the equivalent to chav/ghetto-ish. Yesterday in the car back from another teacher meeting Carlos added Poncios, girls who kiss anyone and anything all the time, and Pokemones, not quite sure, to our people classifying vocabulary.

After giving the tests last week, I have spent the week grading the tests as it takes me about a minute and Carlos a lot longer, and restarting teaching them English. They have incredibly bad memories and today we spent two hours with the 5th graders practicing hi, hello, how are you and I’m fine thanks. This is something they should have learned at least by 3rd grade, but one of the girls in the class after an hour of repeating and performing the dialogue got cross because she couldn’t pronounce fine and then said she didn’t understand any of it and stormed off. She is not my favorite student.

My Spanish is still mediocre to terrible, last night I had to explain to Tota why Obama was different from other politicians which required more dictionary searching as I couldn’t bear to dumb down my sentences to my Spanish ability. I also tried explaining John Stewart’s crack about the sun not shining near Cheney and how the temperature was 10 degrees colder but I am not sure if she realized it was a joke.

The teacher’s meeting last night was about using the new books they have for pre-kinder and kinder. We have to use a really hideous dog named Patch with crazed eyes and I am not overly looking forward to it.

Today is my relaxed day as tomorrow I have many more classes, and Friday I start the weaving course and next week I start at the Liceo on Wed. and Thurs with students both bigger and older than me. I do not relish the thought.

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