On Friday, after Dia Del Nino, I left with a group of teachers on a bus to Tegucigalpa, the capital city, to see a group of guys that we have befriended who are part of a band called “Montuca Sound System.” This group of guys is very special. They are very politically minded and worldly and really fun to be around.
The past week and two days has been a tough one in my classroom. But, as part of SJBS we hold weekly upper school meetings to discuss any classroom problems we have or any other thing that should concern us all.
Last week, I had my first introduction to a ritual that I will complete fourty-two times in this upcoming year: the home visit. Home-visits are something incredibly unique to our school and one of the aspects of the program that drew me to the school.
The oven in the apartment has this little quirk where the door does not stay open by itself. You can literally hang the most minuscule dish rag on it and it will stay open. Try to push it down and leave it, no chance in..Honduras (Yeah, that was really cheesy).
My dad does a really good job of keeping me grounded. When I first arrived in Honduras I remember talking to him and telling him about how I shower using a painters bucket and a small brown bowl. I told him about how in the first day I found two cockroaches in my bed and a mouse the next morning in the kitchen.