Tuesday, April 23, 2013


So I was supposed to catch everyone up on the last week here in Mexico City, but honestly today was a pretty rough day for me, so I would rather get out a little venting first and then I can catch up.

I'm not usually one to be in a bad mood, but I just couldn't help it today. Up until this point in my student teaching I haven't really had a horrible day. Don't get me wrong, I've had my challenges, but today was different for some reason. I just felt like what I taught today wasn't up to my best potential and, to be honest, the students could tell too. I'm having some issues because I am teaching grammar right now to 10th graders and today it just felt like I was beating my head into a wall. I know I'm an English teacher, but grammar just isn't my strongest teaching subject. I think it is really hard to get the students to stay engaged and get them excited about grammar. I'm sure there are ways to do it, I just need to think of them! Luckily Tim is also here and teaching English in the high school, so he tries to help me out when he can. For some reason he actually likes grammar lol jk.

I don't like the feeling of not being prepared and knowledgable about what I am teaching and that's somewhat how I felt today. Ultimately, it is my fault because I should take the time to make sure I feel prepared and ready for the day, but sometimes it is difficult because all I want to do here is travel and witness the culture of Mexico City.

Like I said, I am usually an extremely happy person, always seeing the silver lining in a situation but I just couldn't get there today. In an attempt to cheer myself up I went to a yoga class held every Tuesday and Thursday by one of the teachers at the school. Even in the worst moods, yoga can usually make me feel more relaxed and I am able to see that things aren't quite as drastic as I may have originally thought. At the end of the class, the instructor gave us each our own little quote on a piece of paper.

My quote

It really did cheer me up a little bit to read this and apply it to my feelings throughout the day. When I got home I checked my email and realized that a couple of my old students from New Castle had posted on the blog we kept in class and I promised them I would keep while I am down here. It was just strange that they would decide to blog today when they hadn't done anything in about a week. I don't know what made a bunch of them get on today and blog or comment to me, but it was appreciated and needed more then they know. It was the only actual thing that pulled me out of my little funk and made me realize that one bad day does not reflect upon my teaching as a whole.

So now I'm sitting here blogging to all of you and just getting some things off of my chest. Most of the other student teachers are at a Mexican wrestling match tonight and I was supposed to be with them. I am a little sad that I am missing out on something because I want to make sure I take advantage of every opportunity, but I just needed some "me" time to clear my head and get myself together.

Sorry for the somewhat depressing blog, tomorrow will be better.


"Persevere: to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly."

Monday, April 22, 2013

Even in Mexico, I'm still a procrastinator...

Hola amigos,

So we were highly encouraged to keep a journal/blog during our stay in Mexico, and I made a promise to myself that I would actually do this and keep up with it. Not only for the study that is being done while we are here, but for myself to look back on and be able to reflect upon my time spent in Mexico City. As you can see, I clearly haven't even started yet and have a whole week to catch up on. I'll do better, I swear!

I will most likely split this up into multiple posts because there has been quite a bit going on this week.

Here's how my journey to Mexico City started:
It's 2:00 am on Monday morning the DAY we are supposed to get on our flight to Mexico. For some reason, my suitcase is still completely empty and waiting to be filled by the surrounding piles of clothes and various items that I have finally decided are important enough to make the trip. Now, our plane is scheduled to leave at 7:00 am and our professor wanted us to be there by 4:30 to make sure we all made it on time, which basically means I have about two and a half hours to pack, shower, and drive the hour to the airport. Somehow I pull it together (while wondering why I torture myself like this) and speed to Pittsburgh with about a minute to spare before being considered late.

Mexico City from the plane
There is a group of twenty-seven of us traveling together in the airport (twenty-four student teachers, two Slippery Rock professors, and a Pitt doctoral student, Heather, who is completing a study on our group). To make sure we are all together, we each have a number that we have to yell out loud until we get to twenty-four. Pretty embarrassing when you realize that everyone is staring at you wondering what on earth we are all doing. It got easier as the week progressed.

The flight was pretty smooth. I sat next to Jessie and I'm really glad I did because she had never really flown before and was a little nervous. By this point in my life, flying doesn't phase me in the slightest and it was pretty eye-opening to see that I have taken these experiences for granted. Experiencing it through someone else made me feel extremely grateful for the opportunities I have been able to have so far in my life. We had one layover in Dallas Fort-Worth, which usually frustrates me as it is the biggest airport in the entire world and I am somehow always miles away from where I have landed, but everything turned out well and we were on our second flight before I knew it.

(pause for dinner por favor)

Isabella and Martina

Okkk lo siento.

We arrived in Mexico City and took a caravan of taxis to the American School Foundation (the school we are all teaching). They had a nice lunch set up for us and we got to meet our host families for the first time. I am living with three other girls and a house full of people. Sam, who I am already good friends with, Marissa, and Kaelin. The four of us get along really well and we've discovered we're pretty lucky to be living together because I don't think anyone else could handle our weird crazes (pictures will be posted later). In our house we have Estere, her husband, her daughter Carolina, her granddaughter Isabella, her daughter (I forget her name but she was only visiting until Sunday), and her grandson Alejandro. Oy vey, it's even a lot to type, but it seems to be working out well so far. The first night we learned where the metro was and mainly just got our stuff put away and got to know each other a little bit. Our host mom only speaks Spanish so I don't understand a lot but it's coming slowly. I forgot about the animals! We have a dog named Martina, and a turtle, or tortuga, named Matilda.

That's enough typing for me and I only got through the first day so I will try to update about the rest of the week either tonight or tomorrow :)