Work

 

Today, my group met with our jovenes at the high school to plan out our graphic design project.  We had 10 or 11 on Friday, and 4 today.  4 is a good number… 3 girls, and one guy who showed up the first day in a suit (he was coming from some presentation or whatnot).  We call him the suit guy, because I can never understand/remember his name.

Sabrina made an awesome lesson plan. We played two dinamicas/ice breakers: Espalda a Espalda (back to back) and símbolos (thumper).  Thumper is technically a drinking game—and by far one of the better ones—and magically tied in with the project they decided to work on: designing a logo for Mabi, a (nonalcoholic) drink made from sugar cane. Mabi is pretty dank, and tastes like Care Bear sweat. The first sip is ok, but the second sip goes too far, and you can’t imagine ever subjecting yourself to such treatment again. 

Three of us are teaching a PowerPoint class on Thursday at the LINCOS, which should be pretty fun.  It counts as our second technical presentation, which is pretty damn important.  As our technical trainer, Anne, says, “you’re all going to pass one way or another, because in this game the points don’t matter.”

Yesterday, a few spanish classes got together at a trainer’s apartment to watch a movie.  None of the street DVDs would work on the laptops people had, except on a MacBook that was lacking a display adapter.  I ended up projecting The Science of Sleep from my netbook, which is only a “Spanish” movie because Gael Garcia Bernal is Mexican.  It hadn’t occurred to anyone that we would need speakers, so we all spent the next hour and a half in silence and collective spiritual exhaustion while a movie no one could hear or follow played on the wall. No one made any motions to stop the movie or find speakers, and when we left the apartment at the end, we all looked around and realized what had just happened. I guess we all needed some decompression time.

Swearing in is creeping up, and while I’m excited about it, it has been hella fun waiting for it.