Monthly Archives: Novembro 2011

Thank You

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yah I know. Most of you are already tired of reading posts relating to thanksgiving. that it was on thursday. anyway, thanksgiving day does not belong to my culture or whatsoever, but I just want to share something nice my mum was saying about it.

Let me tell you that my mum was born in a little little rural town, had to start working early, and did not have the opportunity to pursue post elementary education. She met my dad and her life kinda change, moved out to my town, found a job … married, had me. Anyway, the thing is that despite the fact she did not have a high education, she is very interested in a lot of stuff. Listens to the radio, reads about health, and loves talking and sharing ideas.

So it seems that she heard about thanksgiving celebrations on thursday, while she was driving to pick me up and take me to drama class. She was saying that she did not understand why we took from the US commercial traditions but not the meaningful stuff. She believes that taking a day to think what we are lucky for, an how fortunate we are clearly deserves a celebration with family. Not Valentine’s day. And she is kinda right.

As I told you we were driving to drama class, and I instantly though what I am thankful for. First of all for my drama class. Not just because I love the teacher, the class, and drama. But because I have one activity, one day to expect for. A two hour session that I am sure that I’ll be enjoying my time, being happy during two hours at least every week. Not everyone has that.

I am thankful to my friend MARÍA, so much. she is living in vigo, where I work, 30 km from my hometown. there is always a day per week that I work in the afternoons and she always invites me to her place to have lunch, coffee, desert and rest before going back to work. Not only that, what is mostly material, but she listens, advices, lets me talking like crazy, and I feel just comfortable. I feel great. She is a very very good friend.

I am thankful to my students. They are nice, great people, but what I mean is that I dont know if they are learning, but the truth is that I am learning a lot from them. I am learning a profession, and I am learning that I can do things I though I was not capable of. My chinese student, she is so nice. Actually she brought me a chinese dish I love freshly made: mapo tofu, that I shared with Maria that day. Mi polish student is grate respecting my work. And the children… they are just amazing. The child I teach on Fridays is smart, intellingent, creative…. wonderful personality. And the groups… its so hard to describe the feeling, but observing how they learn, how they get excited about knowledge is… just overwhelming. Yesterday, by the way, the parents had the right to attend to the last ten minutes of the class, so that they can evaluate the education their children are getting. It was a lot of pressure, specially because I was just in the place of another teacher. But know what? My boss highly congratulated me when I was done. She said, you look so respetful, so confident.

Mapo tofu!!

Mapo tofu!!

I know I am not that great, but it is really nice that people congratulate something you struggle with.

And there it is where I want to reach. Of course I have many many things to be thankful for (family, my friends from Barcelona that keep in touch, etc.) but I want to take a piece of space to say thank you to my doctors. I mean, it is sad that I had to meet them in this situation, but they are incredible people, that can show you everything on what it is real vocation and benevolence. Not to mention comprehension.

Thank you,

Adriana

Cool cold

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Hm… it’s being a crazy week all over again. Last time I posted I was so excited that I completely forgot the language I was writing… anyway. updates. I do not know if I told you that I invited one of my students to visit my hometown and have lunch at my grandpas. It was great, the visit, I think she enjoyed it… the only problem was at lunch. She’s a vegetarian and my grandma made her spinach cannelonni. But one of my aunts was invited and she kind of criticized her vegetarianism, so she felt a little bad… I mean, Galician people, specially old people they just say what it comes to their minds not caring so much about feelings. We’re strong people XD… I tried to explain her and after that it was ok. 

 

Anyway, today was the birthday of my chinese student. I knew it because practicing telling dates in Spanish I asked her and tried to keep that date in mind. Because I am the first teacher in the morning and I am at the school alone I arranged a little surprise for her. I bought her a piece of chocolate cake, put a candle on it. Also bought her a present (notebook and color pens) and a birthday card. I received her with the cake and the candle and I think she was happy. 

She must be missing her family from China a lot so I hope it helped her… I don’t know, maybe I am just trying so hard… Tomorrow I’m teaching children, and Friday the two groups of children too. That means I have tons of work, classes to prepare… and good news… my teacher is finding new students for next trimester which means that I may have my contract expanded… I just have to keep getting healthy. 

And lately I am thinking about my Barcelona friends a lot. I miss you guys. I hope I can see you soon. 

absurdos

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Muchos celebran hoy. Yo no puedo decir estar sorprendida, pero no puedo evitar sentirme un poco disgustada con el resultado electoral.

Ah. Tiempos difíciles.

Noviembre casi se acaba y yo apenas me entero. He tenido que enfrentarme a un gran reto recientemente.

La profesora de grupos de la academia (un grupo de niños “bien”) que estudian chino y un grupo de niñas adoptadas que estudian chino no ha podido asistir a dar sus clases. ¿Quién ha sido la afortunada de recibir la substitución? ¡Sí! ¡Yo!

Pánico, y angustia de postre. Sin embargo, para la hora del café, mi jefa me felicitó con “no me puedo creer lo tranquilos que estaban, irreconocibles” … ay.. ¿os imagináis que esté descubriendo mi verdadera vocación? –no lo sé, pero me ayuda a aprender a valorarme de vez en cuando.

No. Mi verdadera vocación sigue siendo el teatro. La última sesión de clase de interpretación fue realmente buena. Creo que la profesora es un genio capaz de hacer que hagamos ejercicios que realmente enseñan mucho. Al final no se si estamos aprendiendo a ser actores, o aprendiendo a ser personas. La clase acabó y todos estábamos reflexionando. En silencio. Como si saliésemos de la iglesia. Y es algo parecido, para mí, casi es mi nueva religión.

En casa, las cosas son difíciles. Mi madre no se adapta a la nueva situación de “paro” ni de provisional “ama de casa” y creo que todos lo estamos pagando. Aunque con buenas dosis de comprensión, que se las merece.

Aish…h oy me ha gustado ir a trabajar, como seguro que me subirán el sueldo, bajarán los precios, desaparecerá el paro (nótese la ironía) …. Ingenuos…

 

 

Gracias.

New routine

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I have just realized what is the meaning of routine. And, I have just discovered that I had never suffered of “routine” before. I thought that going to University everyday, seeing more or less the same teachers and classmates was a routine but actually it was not. Every day was kind of different. You never run across exactly the same people. Every class was different. Every day was different from each other. Maybe slightly but different. You could never know what to expect.

How I realized this? Easy. I do have a routine now. 6.21 alarm clock. Wake up trying not to make any noise. Bathroom and breakfast. Meeting the people driving me to Vigo. Arrive in Vigo. Walk to work. There is this high school guy who is everyday leaving his house going to school, and he smiles to me. Like we know each other already. Arrive to the building where all the offices are. The building its opening and sounds everyday the same music. The cleaning lady is cleaning the same stairs. And there is this other lady opening her store. Climb up the stairs, open the academy. Turn on the heater. Print everything I need for my classes. Go for a coffee before class. The guy already knows how I drink coffee everyday. Smiles to me, and makes the same comment. First class, chinese student. second class Polish student. Talk to boss. Go to that place where my dad picks me up with his ambulance to go home for lunch.

Everyday is the same. And I kind of live a constant deja vu. What impresses me the most is seeing those faces everyday, those faces that already know you, despite the fact you have never talked to them.

I knew this was going to happen eventually. And I expected to hate it. Routine. Monotony. Maybe it is just because I have been on this routine for too short but I kind of like it. Well, at least I think it is funny. And I know its ending in December (my contract expires…). Its kind of comfy knowing what to expect of everyday. It makes me feel secure somehow. Plus, it is stressful enough to be doing all this application to U.S Universities anyway.

I keep enjoying weekends. Tomorrow we’re going to the mountain for a little bit of hiking and walnut and mushroom picking again. I am excited.

 

Thanks.

 

Adri

Last November

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November is my favorite month. I had to repeat this sentence over and over on my last interpreting (drama) class. Everyone thought it was childish, you had to choose a sentence that defines you, and I chose that instead of those others like “fear…” or ” I wish I was in the countryside” , etc. But to me… it meant a lot.

It’s been a year, so time to put an end to it. I mean, today, last year all this nightmare started. I can perfectly recall this day last year. The clothes I was wearing.

I don’t want to get into it that deeply, I mean, no one is interested. Basically, my best friend at that moment (was a guy) kind of told me that he needed some time to take that decision of choosing me over someone else. Of course, after using me, and tricking me during some time, even lied to me, he did not. Yeah, you do not need to go back to read, I said my best friend (that guy at school). Anyway, I had to see him everyday, I had lost a friend who I had really strong ties with, and I could not eat anymore. I could not be happy from this day on. I did not want to hang out with my friends anymore. I stop caring about Japanese lessons class, and stop going. I stopped enjoying movies and literature. Except on those occasions when I had to write my papers.
Anyway, you may think its shallow, and stupid, and you are completely right.
All I know, its that when I did realize that, that It was not worthy -although unavoidable the feeling- I was already into another situation that was as difficult. I had graduated from my second degree by february… and I did not know what to do.

All of that started exactly one year ago. And today its time to stop that. And it is true. This week has been good. Work was amazing, autumn started, I read, i wrote, i watched films. I asked some friends out. I am going to the movies today. I smiled several times. All my teachers accepted writing me recommendation letters for schools. My grandma loves me again (despite the fact she believes I am not going to have a family ever) and I opened and told my mum the truth.

Nothing can be fixed from one day to another. But I fixed many things already. I have to work more on social and friendships though. Here in Tui I find kind of lonely, do not know anyone.

Thanks for reading. Have a great Sunday

My favorite month has just started

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I love November. Everyone knows that. It gives name to my blog.

Anyway, and I am done with the GRE test. It didn’t go very good. But its done. Cross task

Now, tomorrow have to work extra time, because of my yesterday’s absence. So… its going to be hard, after a long weekend, a plane trip, after an almost 5 hours exam… back to work, and extra effort. Plus, tomorrow I have a new student, from Poland.

Being in Barcelona was strange. It felt weird. On the one hand I felt sad, like that was the place I was supposed to be and I was not there. However, on the whole it was good. I got the opportunity of having dinner with friends, not at a very good restaurant, but at least was an exotic experience. Let’s sum up by saying that we ate pink food. It was also good being at an apartment of a friends where I experience such good moments. Playing games, watching movies, having  Oscars nights. And over all, realizing that there are still people that, despite the distance are still there, caring about me.

The weather was chill. Nice. I could have a Coke with Youkyong in a terrace. It feels so good knowing that everyone’s life is still happening, still exciting, still running. Your friends evolve and you know that somehow you do too. And you are stronger. Even in not familiar places. With not familiar faces.

And at the airport, I finished reading Tartufo. Loved it so much. Despite the fact that I love reading, I always found kind of lazy when approaching to the Classics. And then, I have just realized that there is something that changed during this last month, and that is good. There is something that my doctors may not be able to see that is why they say I am still in the same condition. That thing is that I feel passionate about a lot of stuff again, I am enjoying my readings, the drama lessons, I am feeling strongly again, believing that still can happen things to me that change your life. I had a coffee in Tui with a friend today. Suddenly I watched myself talking non stop, smiling, and trying to make my friend forget about her worries and make her laugh at me. And I saw her. I saw my old me. That cheerful person to whom that my grandma use to say: You are the parsley of the sauce. So, it may be just for a few minuts, but I was back, that means that the old happy me can be back strong again. And to Stay.

Thats all. I may just turn back to Spanish again, since the purpose of this was practicing for the GRE. Or maybe not. Writing in English it feels like, because its not my mother tongue, its an scripted language and although I am using it to express my inner self, no one can get to it. I know its not true. But I feel safer. ++

 

Thanks

 

p.d. I move my hands too much when I speak.