The Diplomats' Kids

Today I started my first day of training at an english institute. It's an an institute that is known and exists in varous countries with headquarters in Princeton, New Jersey (I learned that today). So far it's been pretty cool. Our trainer lady does this insane "mmmm-k" thing that is JUST LIKE the teacher from South Park, and it's really pissing me off that no one else has mentioned it. I would mention it myself but... I'm shy. It kills me that none of the other 8 teachers-in-training laughs when she says "mmmmm-k" in a manly voice. Either way, today in class I made a 'joke' about being self-involved and for the first time since I got to Chile I felt like I was communicating with people and they really, actually, truly got it. Then they went on to this whole discussion about how I used humor in my 'presentation' and how that helps to break the ice in a classroom setting and blah blah blah. I wanted to explain that none of our future students will get my jokes, but then they got all caught up some other stuff and I zoned out for a few while thinking about how no one appreciates my funniness. (Funniness?) So, after a five day training program I will have real live students to torture with my perfectly pronounced, fast-talking english.

(All of my fellow trainees are children of diplomats. Jerks.)

OH, this is good. So, we all had to do these presentations on whatever we wanted and after everyone was done we went over what everyone did right and wrong so we can learn to run a class. Anyway, after mine the trainer said something like "Well, for one you're english is very good. Not the words you use, I mean the way you use them." Can someone please dicepher what kind of a freak compliment that was?

Man, it's good to have something to do during the day other than watch horrid Chilean television.

As promised, more pictures:



This is a picture of my very fabulous little cousin Sofia with a very fabulous (and flea-infested) little kitten who I should mention thoroughly enjoys long naps anywhere she can take them.






This is the neighborhood my cousin Javier lives in in Puerto Montt. Please notice the GIANT VOLCANO in the background. No worries, it looks closer than it is, but if my cousin were more awesome (not that he isn't awesome cause he is, but if he were more awesome) he would run around saying "there's a volcano in my backyard!" (maybe with a bell? too much?)



This is a map of Chile so you can see how long I traveled to get from Santiago to Puerto Montt.













This is the boat that takes all the buses accross the canal from the continent to the island of Chiloe. It looks safe but it didn't really feel like it.







That's all for now, folks.

Sleep tighties.

Loves,
E