I am sitting in a chair inside my apartment soaking wet from walking home in the monsoon that has apparently rolled through Cofradia. How fitting for hump day.
This past weekend all of the teachers took a trip to a small beach town on the Carribean coast called Triunfo. It felt amazing to lay out on the sand outside our beach-frontcondos (which only cost us $3 a night) and relax from the stresses of these past five weeks.
At the end of this blog post I am going to ask you to donate to my classroom. But before I do, I want to explain to you why it is that I need this donation. I have explained what I am doing in Honduras in many capacities, but I want to tell you more about how things work at my new school.
Last night marked our first meal in our new abode. We are now out of our homestays and in the apartments where we will be living for the year. I am reveling in my newfound freedom. Mainly the freedom from refried beans, an avodaco, stinky cheese and corn tortillas for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Yesterday marked the first day of Summer Academy and my first official day of teaching. Suprisingly I wasnt nervous at all. In fact, I was more nervous about the fact that I wasnt nervous for fear that it would hit me in the middle of my lesson.