So, today I had one of those genuinely surreal moments that reassures me that I live in Costa Rica. I was in the middle of my second class of the day, when Maicol, my 13 year old second grader burst into my classroom holding a dead bat. I’m not sure where he found it or what he was planning to do with it, but he managed to torment several of my students with vampiric glee.
In other news anyone who has not yet sent me a letter or care package should feel free to load up on Hannah Montana and High School Musical memorabilia in the dollar aisle at target and then send it to me. The few baubles that I purchased back in the states have been a major hit. Same old address: English Teacher, El Vergel School, Near Palmar, in Osa, Puntarenas, Costa Rica. The crap that America is able to export to the rest of the world never ceases to amaze me.
Also, I have finally been paid! Yes, it’s true that I have been volunteering in a “developing nation” for the benefit of mankind, but theoretically, every month, the government is supposed to deposit $100 into my account. It might not seem like much but it is enough to travel for a weekend or buy copies for about a month. The government missed my last 6 payments and so, yesterday deposited $600 into my account, which should keep me going for the next couple of months, which is good since I somehow left my bank card at home.
I’m off for some sun and surf in Dominical this weekend. Costa Rica is celebrating the annexation of Guanacaste and I am celebrating no Monday classes. Keep it real friends. I’ll be watching.
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