Wednesday, May 19, 2010

And the silence surrounds you, and haunts you

I have been here a year.

What can I say? I haven’t felt like blogging lately. I want my blog to remind me of happy times, so I avoid writing about the bad. Bad memories seem to stick in my head more than the good ones, it’d be great it it were the other way around. The bad memories are like little scars on my mind that won’t go away, no matter what. I have a large scar on my head. Not a metaphorical scar, an actual scar, from riding my bike headfirst into a wall when I was 3. Random interlude. Back on track....

I am always surprised when a students brings up something about my personal life I have told them, and then totally forgotten that I told them. They seem to have excellent memories for everything but English grammar. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I can still remember the name of my High School Modern History teacher’s girlfriend, his stories about his dog and his travels in India….but anything about the World Wars? Errr, when were they again? I keep telling myself I need to be more careful about what I say. When I mentioned I am returning to Australia one of the boys piped up with ‘but then you’ll have to pay back your student loan, remember you said you won’t have to pay it back if you’re not earning Australian dollars’ ….oh shit. Oh, and the other day in class we somehow started talking about the Australian bushfires, and the same boy said ‘but you know, sometimes the fires are started by volunteer fire-fighters who want the hero status after they help put them out’ everyone nodded along and I said ‘hey, I was the one who told you that!’ he looked totally blank and said ‘no, I’m sure it was my father’. Dude, half these kids have never been out of their town and certainly don’t spend their free time discussing Victoria’s bushfires with their fathers.

The time is nearing when I will leave here. I actually get teary when I think about leaving my 16 year old class and my crazy class of 10 year old boys, who never fail to make me laugh. Even my 12 year old class....yesterday one boy told me that I should dye my hair back to black, since I look ‘less ugly’ with black hair than when it is red. Thanks mate. Teachers who have been at it for years must have so many funny student memories. Of course I have a few bad ones too, having a fake cockroach thrown at me wasn’t hilarious.

I am pretty organized for my leaving. Travel insurance again, trains, hostels, job… it’s just a question of willing away the days until then. I should be back soon with a little more positively and the old world adventuring Te.

Until then here are a couple of photos.

The view from the Castle, Segovia.Very Important Warning in Antequera

1 comment:

  1. That's such a beautiful view!

    Just stumbled by your page
    & I love your blog! :)
    - Audrey Allure. <3