Such chalky chalky hands; sticky and sweaty and pale, tired from vertical scribbles and gestures, the touch of the keyboard is steely, unusual. Horizontal is foreign now: I always stand up, I lift my chin, I raise the corners of my mouth, I jump and exclaim, I roll my eyes. No need for horizontal.
I like all the eyes on me. I understand the focus oscillates depending on interest or tiredness etcetera, but every now and again, I know something is going through. They remembered stripes, checks, polka dots, I know they did. We talked in tongue twisters and Spanish (not such different awkwardnesses for my mind) and Tiago, oh, Tiago, the brightest little star in the class: charming, clever, smiling Tiago. I hope he goes far.
I'm learning too. They are teaching me to be spontaneous, to learn from their imaginations and listen to what they can do, what they know already. I entered class today to find a Scottish flag drawn on the blackboard with a burning English one next to it. Slightly harsh, but amusing and clearly thoughtful..in a way... It is nice to know they know when I am arriving and they want to impress me. I'm not sure what reaction they thought would get, but I hope they liked it. We talk about other flags, they draw other ones for me and help each other. Interactive is best. Interactive is most definitely best. Everyone likes to be teacher for a while!
Anyway, I must go investigate some ridiculous German play or three.
More next month.
Hasta luego!
