I arrived in Coronel yesterday...my host dad, Jorge was late to pick me up at the bus station. He drove me 45 min to his mother´s house in a suburb outside of the city where i will be staying. I´m trying to be okay with the fact that I will have to depend on other people to go out anywhere because there are no buses to the suburb. Mirza and I had tea and watched telenovelas until bedtime and in the morning we had tea and breakfast before Jorge picked me up for school.

School was like an inspirational teaching movie gone bad. The students did whtaever they pleased suck as watch tv, listen to music, paint their nails and talk on their cell phones while the teacher spent 45 minutes writing the assignment on the board and talkng to the board and the other 15 minutes teaching to the front row. The noise of the classroom was horrifying. There was no classroom management whatso ever. The students walked all over the teacher like she was a doormat. I don´t know what I am going to do. I almost cried several times when I wanted to intervene with managment techniques that I had learned but I couldn´t overstep the teacher. She told me that it was a reality that they had to live with. She had no expectatins fo the students nor consequences for misbehavior. The students did not learn ANYTHING! A 16 year old girl asked me for advice on what to name her baby boy with whom she was pregnant. That shocked me but then I thought...what more can you expect when you don´t have any expectations to begin with.

The only way that I can see this sitation turning out well without me blowing up is if I get my own calssroom so that I can have some managment. I don´t see that happening. Wish me luck!