Nobody will be sad.
There’s a small group of punk rock-esque boys in my eleventh grade class that absolutely kill me with their creativity. When we did a Mad Lib as a class, they had answers… Continue reading
There’s a small group of punk rock-esque boys in my eleventh grade class that absolutely kill me with their creativity. When we did a Mad Lib as a class, they had answers… Continue reading
It seems appropriate to finally post this on the eve of another weekend. Get over it, I have internet problems (a subcategory of #ColombiaProblems.) Tabio (affectionately known as Tabs) is tiny. It would… Continue reading
I got sick this weekend, all weekend. It wasn’t a predictable and manageable travelers’ sickness, because that wouldn’t have phased me. Instead, I got the flu or something similar, with a bad fever,… Continue reading
Weren’t you cold last night? Are you cold right now? It’s so cold this time of year. Are you hot right now? It’s so hot this time of year. Do you like Colombian… Continue reading
I had a blog post typed out. I also had a picture of the most precious birthday gift of all time. Unfortunately the internet cafe I’m frequenting refuses to acknowledge the files on… Continue reading
If you ever want to get absolutely showered with candy, treats and birthday wishes, teach English abroad. I’m the only native speaker and foreigner at the school (and possibly all of Tabio), so… Continue reading
Profe! Profe! Teach-ARRR! Who, me? Ah. Yes, me. On the first day of school, my principal instructed me to speak in only English in front of the students, and the other teachers told… Continue reading