Linguae Viventes

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Colegio San Crescente


^^^ That’s my school. ūüôā

Life for me has been the perfect storm of NOT teaching.

Week 1- Observations.

Week 2- Examinations.

Week 3- Visa Drama.

Week 4- Aniversario (Also known as “Let’s take a week off for our school’s birthday”.)


Long story short, the visa process seems to have paid off. I have a new visa (sans II) and I have applied for my carnet de identidad. Should work out fine….. I hope.

After much anticipation, the time has come for me to actually teach! (Cue Music: “Eye of the Tiger” – Survivor)

Being a teacher is difficult! It is apparent to me now that being an educator is to take on many roles. You are a guide who leads young minds through the wilderness and into the promised land of learning. You are an encourager who (should) come in with a ton of energy , passion, and knowledge in relation to the subject matter in order to instill a yearning in young minds to explore and discover the subject matter actively. You are at times a disciplinarian who has to manage the class and maintain the respect and attention of the students. You are an example who shows the scholars the¬†pertinence of the subject matter in their lives and the value of studying it. There are so many students who listen to music in English or who watch movies in English….so the challenge lies in being able to take them where they are to the next level. I encourage my kids to actively learn English….or to always have an open mind (No me gusta or Me cuesta are not excuses!) to learning new words and expressions. My approach is to come in as a relatable guide….someone who has experienced and who is still experiencing the language learning process. I know what it is like to trudge through verb conjugations, prepositions, and SUBJUNCTIVE. I strive to make my classroom an open environment where one can speak and be heard as long as they’re ¬†giving a genuine effort. When kids come up to me and tell me that class was EPIC (Which was a slang word we learned) then that makes the day all worthwhile. I have had really successful classes and classes that have all but fallen flat. This process is a learning experience for myself as much as it is for these young scholars.


I don’t expect them to become bilingual in two short semesters but I think if I can animate them to apply the language to their personal lives….we might really see some growth in these kids!


5367 Miles From Home



I came. I saw. I learned how to be a teacher.

How do you cram a four year education degree into a week?! Lots of powerpoint presentations and coffee. During the orientation process I learned about everything from lesson planning to classroom management. I experienced firsthand the rigors of teaching my native language to students who’s English comes from songs by LMFAO, Snoop Dogg, and Justin Bieber. I began to sense just what it takes to be a teacher and the many roles you play. I am an educator, mentor, confidant, inspirer, coach, entertainer, and a role model. I am not “classically trained” but I draw heavily from my experiences as a Spanish student. I want my kids to know that I understand their fears and frustrations, as well as their triumphs. I want them to want to learn and to know that being multilingual can give them the tools they need to experience the world and wide array of human experiences in a much deeper manner.

I met so many wonderful people from all over the world. I learned so much about British culture and how we Americans are always so excitable and energetic. “It must be so tiring to be an American”. I bonded with my roommates “403 for life!!” I rode on a subway for the first time, enjoyed Karaoke, sang childhood Disney songs (Patrick, your voice is a chorus of british angels.), played ultimate frisbee, had Churrascos, and enjoyed some Argentine Spanish che. To my fellow volunteers, you are all really unique and wonderful individuals who are going to do wonderful things in your schools and communities. I look forward to seeing pictures and reading your blog entries. ‚̧

I am home. Castro is the capital of the Chilo√© province and is nestled on the estero de Castro. This charming seaside community has a welcoming charm and unique flavor comprable to Charleston, South Carolina. This weekend I plan on exploring and taking a ton of photos. I live with Daisy Carrasco who is an energetic mother and a selfless provider. She is a welcoming individual who I find to be very easy to talk to, laugh with, and to enjoy mate with. Also in the house is her 93 year old mother, Olga. She is quite possibly the worlds most precious elderly woman and has already decided to adopt me permanently. My little sister is Bel√©n. She is also one of my students and shows much promise with the English language. I think it will be great to plan lessons using her advice in order to maximise the response and excitement from many of her friends. Also, I live with Gringo the kitten who like me is white and cute. ūüėČ

Needless to say I am blessed beyond measure. Three women and a kitten sounds like a Lifetime series but is now my life. I am really excited to make connections and to become part of the greater Castro community.

Observations begin tomorrow (Cue Eye of the Tiger Music…)

Arrival and Survival










Friendly Hostel!

After saying farewell to my loved ones and to my life in the United States, it was on. I flew to Miami: Easy! I had a five hour layover:Arduous. The sushi took the edge off and the sprees primed me for the eight and a half hour flight to Santiago. Long story short, some surfing movie with Gerard Butler and breakfast which was heavenly. I never knew a croissant and some yogurt could be such a feast. Thoughts of losing my bag and the adrenaline rush of adjusting to Spanish immersion all looming. Miracles do happen, my bag and it’s contents were amazingly intact and the taxi ride over took me straight to the hostel. This was followed by a fancy breakfast of bread and apple butter and an amazing nap. Post nap I made friends under the worst of circumstances. Another member of the volunteer team had lost her passport in transit and this was followed by a joint venture to the Carabineros (Police) in order to report what had happened. It was the perfect test for my evolving Spanish as we worked to recount her experiences. After we reported the issue, we ended up wandering around Santiago in a crowd of people and¬†pigeons. This was followed by an appreciated but strange dinner of a mysterious green loaf, mashed potatoes, and jell-o. Now I am here in the common area amidst Germans, Argentines, Canadians, and a Japanese guy! Long story short, I made it.


To be continued…





Three Days…

It is surreal to think that in three short days I will be flying to Santiago, Chile. The moment has finally come…..packing and quality time with my loved ones! I am excited about what the future holds! That plus I am new to blogging so here goes nothing!!

Región X Los Lagos Los Lagos My Residence Visa!

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