| I've been posting kinda sparsely lately because I really couldn't think of anything funny, clever, or even interesting to say. Spanish life has recently gotten stuck on a bit of a boring sleeping / eating / teaching / watching Buffy / sleeping / eating / teaching loop that's not fun to write or read about. I have been preparing for camp somewhat, but my preparations haven't been that extensive, |  |
I'm also getting the tiniest bit worried about what I'm going to be doing at camp. Right now, I can't get the "tanning by the side of the pool" idea out of my head and focus on the fact that I'll actually have a little bit of work. It's always frightening to go into something with virtually no idea of what you're going to be doing; oh sure, I've got the theory down pat, and it involves copious amounts of food, sunshine, and Desperate Housewives. I'm just a little worried about the execution of this theory.
And finally, and the reason for the pic above (get it? it's the opposite of the post before! Cleverness abounds here!), I seem to have hit a nerve with Spanish students in my use of the air conditioner. Apparently being raised in South Georgia is akin to growing up in both the Tropics and Antarctica, because I have no problem turning the room down to a frosty 60 degrees and hanging the meat. The Spanish, however, as a people have no tolerance for the air conditioner. I have NEVER heard so many people complain about the illnesses(?!) that the air conditioner gives them, nor have I ever heard of people asking that you turn off the air conditioner when it's approximately Core of the Sun temperatures outside. I break the icicles off their noses and tell them they're going to have to bring scarves to class because there is NO WAY they're turning the air off in my classroom. Plus they tend to stink, and frozen stink is way better than sweaty.
