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Thursday, September 10, 2009

hope.

I visited the school that I'm going to begin teaching at next week. The school was nicer than I thought it would be, but so much help is needed. For example, they have a room dedicated to computers, with about 30 of them in there but no one in the school knows how to teach the kids to use them. How is this possible? Also, the teachers that teach regular subjects are supposed to add English classes into their curriculum because the children need it to get into universities but the school system doesn't have the money to pay anyone to teach the kids, wether it is foreigners or people from Mexico. The class difference is so evident here. Either you are stuck inside of UDLAP walls where I am with stupid shit kids walking around with their Louis Vuitton or Fendi purses or you don't even have books. Not one kid in my class has a book. The notebook paper that they do have...is donated and they write on the back of the pages that are not already written on.

HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT THE RICHEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD IS RIGHT NEXT DOOR AND THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO REACHING ANY KIND OF UNITED STATES SCHOOl LEVEL? I mean...Canada is almost a duplicate of the US economy wise and they are bouncing back faster than the States are. Here is Mexico not reaping shit from the US. I get so FUCKING FRUSTRATED. As soon as I walked through the door, the kids started coming up to me and asking me if I was their new English teacher and if I could tell them their name in English. They started to tell me the words they already knew, gave me hugs and kisses. They were so EAGER to see me, and to know they were going to learn. The director told me that English has to be their future if they want to get into a university of have a job in the tourist industry which is the sure thing that makes the most money. So that is the future of Mexico...someone to serve Americans with too much fucking money in a fancy hotel or restaurant?

I just get...so mad. I have so many friends that live inside of their little bubble. I wish they would put maybe a fourth of the energy they do into shopping, watching american idol, or living inside of their Ole Miss bubble to see everything around them.



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