The students have gotten progressively more comfortable with me, which is excellent in some ways and terrible in others. I love being proposed to and hearing them speak English, but pretty bad when they ask me to dirty dance with them in the middle of the auditorium or try to kiss me in front of the principal. I'm not entirely sure what happened today, but there was some sort of welcome to high school party for the freshmen that involved a deejay, a dance floor, spaghetti, chocolate milk, and me being asked to dance by forty 15 year olds. I didn't want to be rude, so I said yes. They tried to dance reggaetone with me which is really dirty and not at all appropriate for this blog or my life, so I taught them swing dancing. It was pretty hilarious. I thought the party was a welcomed distraction in their life until I was told by the other teachers that the students broke a window and were escaping, their words, not mine. It was like a stampede of 1500 high school students, it was like the scene in The Lion King where Mufasa is killed, but a little less dramatic.
Things I have learned:
Chileans teens love reggaeton (a popular form of music, the love child between rap, hip hop, and romance).
They also love to have their photo taken, but love even more to look at their photos.
Candy is an incredibly effective incentive.
Things I wish I had known:
Teaching is hard.
I would turn into the teacher that threatened the principal.
I would be the teacher that actually sent students to the principal.
This class is hilarious, all of the boys have asked me out and I have received three marriage proposals, good thing I'm not Mary Kay Letourneau.
My students in my makeshift classroom (the library/computer lab/English center)
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