Volunteer Life

Eggplant Pizza for 23

Teaching 25 small children English for seven hours a day in a hot classroom where tears and didn’t-quite-make-it-to-the-bathroom moments are not infrequent is stressful in itself. I’ve had students spin around in a circle so fast that they throw up at snack and students wet their pants back-to-back in the middle of a math lesson.

Some Things I Love About Cofradia

My Saturdays fall into two categories now that I’m a kindergarten teacher: either I do a lot or I do a whole lot of nothing. After a long, hot week of teaching, my body still wakes me up around 6:00 am (and if habit doesn’t get me, the rooster next door does). I usually do my laundry, eat breakfast, catch up on emails and messages.

Amigos: The Beginning

It has been occurring to me recently, as I’m sure it has occurred to many of you, that time never feels like it is passing in the amount that it actually is. That is to say, it feels like a month since I’ve written, when it has only been a couple of weeks.

Desfile de Antorchas

Monday night was Cofradia’s Desfile de Antorchas. For people that don’t speak Spanish and don’t want to put that into Google Translate, that means The Torch Parade. Every school in the presiding area comes together and meets on what seems like a random street corner where the parade starts.

The First Day of School

It’s 6:45 am on a balmy Honduran morning. You know those days; when you wake up and can taste the droplets of humidity on your tongue. The wisps of clouds that snuck onto the sky during the night persist into the morning; giving you hope that perhaps today will be just a little cooler.

One Down, Many to Go

Today Mr. Ben, the (formerly) second grade teacher at ADJ left. After arriving in Cofradia last night, he caught an early flight from San Pedro and is probably at home in the States by now. He was the first teacher to leave and with him starts the great exodus of BECA teachers from Honduras. It was the first goodbye of many to come.

No Water? No Problem!*

*Just kidding. It’s a pretty big problem.

My Saturday morning routine: wake up early because my body is always on the school schedule, make a large cup of coffee, throw my dirty, sweaty week’s worth of clothes in the washer, and wait to hang it up, enjoying the peace and quiet before my roommates and the rest of Cofradia wakes up.

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