¡Reunión!

¡Reunión!

Meeting! 

I have endured and enjoyed several meetings this past week. However, the outcome of my school meetings has led to an easier clarification between them than their long, Spanish, catholic names.

My first meeting with Colegio de la Inmaculada Concepción, run by the Jesuits, involved me arriving at this building: 

It's now known as 'the scary one' (said this was easier didn't I?!)The meeting with my tutor confirmed this. My Spanish was poor and when I wasn't speaking I said 'sí' and nodded a bit too much, even when my inner self was shaking it's head, looking puzzled. I also had forgotten the important ERASMUS forms they had to sign for me (to confirm I haven't lied about my placement)as well as my passport, for some reason they needed the number. My tutor also possessed a bunch of keys the size of melon and proceeded to unlock the majority of the rooms we entered. So far, so reform institute. My tutor seemed welcoming although, after both schools changed my timetable, after emailing me with new times while I was out trying to register with the local government (essential time-consuming bureaucracy) she sent me this alarming one-lined email :

"POR FAVOR, DIME QUE TE SIRVE" 

Politely asking me to confirm the hours when I had a free moment. 

The second school looked more child friendly with paint hand-prints and inspiring words (paz, esperanza, amor...peace, hope, love) along the playground wall. My tutor spoke English to me without me even asking, printed off my timetable for me and even the cleaning staff were happy to meet me. And less locks. El Colegio Virgen Mediadora is now 'the nice one'. 

And just to make things even more confusing and prep-filled, I am teaching secondary level at the 'scary one' and primary level at the 'nice one'. But I have Fridays off and no work after 4 on Thursday; WIN!