After a huge workload it's finally end of term and and holidays for 3 weeks. Except for my one remaining private student that is! Still I could do with the money. My other private, the one I found hopeless for weeks, has suddenly become a top student, got about 90% in his tests and is ready to sit his final next week. Unfortunately, after that he has to return to the extremely small town of Carriamanga to work 7 days a week in a pharmacy. no wonder he wants to join his brother in London. Shame he can't seem to find a job in Loja as he thinks it's the perfect town.
Most of my students did really well, but one of my level two's needs a suppletoria, a last ditch attempt to get through the level. Should have turned up for class more often! Some of them really take the p**s, arranging for me to meet them at some totally awkward time to do their oral test then not turning up and expecting me to come back when it suits them. That's the result of being spoiled and privileged in some cases! Only so many chances you can give before you get fed up.
My level 5 class are a bit more mature, not always in age, but in attitude. Also there are only 9 of them, as opposed to 20, which makes it much easier to bond. They took me out to dinner on the last day. Of course they turned up late, leaving me moaning about 'bloody Ecuadorian attitude to time keeping'! (see Kallen's post of the other week if you think I'm alone there!) This lead me to feel extremely guilty when they turned up with a present on which they'd written 'to the best teacher from Ely Erika and Bryan'! Then they wouldn't let me pay for my dinner. How sweet is that?
We had a little earthquake on Wednesday morning. I was in bed, it was about 6.30. It wasn't strong but the whole building shook for a minute. I got up and stood in the doorway of my balcony. (apparently the strongest part of a building is the doorways so stand there if you can't get outside). Then it started again after a minute, it was so weird, like a big hand had got hold of the building and shaken it around for about 30 seconds, then it was over. I didn't feel scared, not like I did by the tarantulas at my dad's house, but thats a phobia. When I got to school I found that some people, like me, had found it quite exciting (call me stupid and ignorant if you want, but it really wasn't strong), and some people had been really freaked. My friend and colleague, Lainey, said she'd been in a much stronger one once in Asia and it was very scary, as I can imagine it was. Apparently this is very rare here, so dont be put off!