mishmash

the other day i went with lauren to the hospital because she had gotten kicked in the leg really hard during soccer practice and needed to make sure it wasn't fractured. we got a friend named shaine to go with us because he actually speaks spanish. shaine and lauren were in the exam room and i was chillin' out in the hall when all of the sudden a guy comes rushing around the corner going "we have an emergency! there's an emergency down the hall!" nurses and doctors started busting out of doors and sprinting down the hallway a little ways. there was lots of commotion that i could hear, including noises of the guy starting to aspirate or something. then there was even more commotion and people rushed by dragging the man on the ground by his hands and feet into the back where they could give him better care. it was scary. i'm pretty sure i turned pale and was prepared to bolt into the room that lauren was in should there be blood or guts or barf somewhere. i never found out what was wrong. i was really trying quite hard to eavesdrop on the spanish conversation going on, but alas, my spanish isn't quite that good yet. but i don't know what it is about this trip so far that has me be in the midst of medical emergencies. it just confirms to me though that i am indeed correct in not being in the medical field. a nurse that passes out would be of no help to anyone! i shall pursue being a doctor through the means of books and really long papers instead.

but on that note, i have been thinking about how God really has a sense of humor. i never wanted to be a teacher for my sm year, and look at what i am doing. i never wanted to go to south america. look where i ended up. i distinctly remember having a few conversations with chrees about how we should not say what we didn't want to do out loud because that is where we would end up. looks like chris followed that better than i did. he didn't end up in asia...

i had a really good feeling though the other day. i was sitting in one of the few classes i have actually taught. and i realized that i really liked it. maybe not the preparation and some of the frustrating stuff, but i felt so inspired. i wanted to teach my students to the best of my ability. it really got my brain firing to think about learning styles and creative ideas. and i thought, if i feel like this about teaching a subject that i'm not as passionate about, how would it be to teach what i AM passionate about? that got me really excited. for once, i feel like i am on the right path. i feel like i have direction in my life, a passion. and it feels good. i never thought i would discover my passion, and it has been a really fun process.

there are pigeons here. they are annoying. they poop everywhere. they fly up right in front of your face. they dive bomb you. i'm dreading the day when i get hit. they also sit in the trees and randomly spazz out. so annoying and frightening at the same time.

another theme on this trip seems to be me being violated. the other day this one teacher came in. she seemed to be very senile. she didn't understand that i didn't understand her spanish. she didn't understand that i didn't really know how to make the printer do what she wanted it to do. she didn't understand that what was coming out of the printer was not her stuff. but when haroldo came to show us what to do, i was standing in the back and looking over their shoulders. first of all, she was standing there with her elbow out and she swung around and nailed me in the chest. then because she realized i wanted to see better, she reached a hand back to grab me. but since i'm taller, her hand grabbed my butt. SHE GRABBED MY BUTT and pulled me forward. when will this stop?!

everyone kisses you on the right cheek here. so far i have only almost made a big mistake once. but i'm convinced the blemishes on my right cheek are never going to go away, because not only do i have my own face oil to combat, but also the face oil of the people who greet me. *sigh*

they have these amazing cookie things here called frutigran galletas. so good.

they have this disgusting food here called everything in the caf. so gross.

i get to go to peru!

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