21 of August
Today I enjoyed another wicked hot day in my home. I cannot fully express to you the unbearable heat that you must learn to cope with in order to live here. I had my elective class today, sports, which is basically synonymous with soccer, so I was a sweaty mess for every class after that, and let me tell you, it is impossible to cool down your body temperature after it goes up. I fell today while playing and skinned my knee pretty well, which isn’t too good for me since my skin scars super easily. I’m fretting that my scab will turn into a big white mass that never goes away- which would make two banged up joints side by side, both victim to my careless roughhousing.
I’m beginning to understand which teacher belongs to which subject- a major improvement from the lost state I was in just two days ago. The teacher who speaks a spit-flying, hundred words a second teaches technology; the woman that suspiciously resembles a monkey is my science teacher, Quimica, actually; and the cool Cuban guy belongs to math. A foot note about math: I’ve already learned the math we are doing, so I’m basically acing the class. This is a massive deal for me, because I’ve always struggled with the complicated equations. I sit in math now, doodling pictures of Alma
, blowing through some equations, aiding some fallen soldiers in their battle against math, and plopping right back into another world of drawing. And to think, I was the kid bordering on a D last year, attending lots of free period tutorial sessions, and praying that I’d squeak out a passing grade. Math always brought down my perfect GPA, and here I am now, sitting in a class being taught in a different language and I’m acing it.
One more, off-topic foot note: I noticed all the teachers have the bottoms of their pants tailored. Maybe they make pants extra long in Mexico, or maybe it’s just because most everyone is really short.