Adventures in Bogota

(Sorry I wrote this lat week and forgot to post it)
Yesterday was my first day with the three classes that I will be teaching this semester. I will be teaching a 9th grade World Geography course, an 11/12 grade US History course, and an 11/12 Honors US History course. Each class is unique in its own way. My ninth graders are excited and were apt to introduce themselves before stepping through the door. My regular US class was a little more relaxed in their approach to meet me while the Honors class, which is only 12 students, was quick to ask questions about me.

I spent the first day with each class laying out my expectations for them over the semester. I even came up with a presentation explaining my class rules entitled "Mr. Greens Bill of Rights" to accomodate the history teacher in me. We then talked over where each class was in their curriculum and moved into a discussion time. I quickly found out that all students dislike vocabulary strongly, tough luck. I also found out they enjoy Social Studies, bingo!

I made it through my classes relatively unharmed and made my way back to the teachers room. the teachers room is on the second floor of our building and is a room of 20 something desks. we each have our own desk, that's right I have my own desk. It's almost like I have a real job or something... Upon getting back to my desk I put on headphones and started working on the next days lessons. I was quickly drawn out of my music and history filled zone to the sounds of laughter and at some points repulsion. apparently while I had my nose in my computer one of the Colombian teachers had pulled out a bag of bugs called "hormiga culona". Which translates to big-a**ed ants. The hormigas were no longer alive but instead had been deep fried and everyone was now taking turns eating them. I of course realized I had to bite the bullet and stomach one. After the reactions I had seen around me I was surprised to find that they actually didn't taste so bad but instead it was more the thought of what you are eating that gets you. I quickly washed mine down with some fresh Colombian coffee that is constantly at hand in the teachers room and got back to work, of course.