a List

So, there've been few blog entries lately......frankly because life is just life.

Barcelona feels like home (especially since coming back from France) and well, home just doesn't seem newsworthy.

But, I bet I can muster up something interesting....like a list!

1. My roommate Lawson got into a fight (literally on the floor rolling around) with a muzzled metro guard dog on a moving train at 8am this Sunday and escaped the guard himself by drunkenly wandering away without realizing he was doing anything wrong.
2. I now sleep in parks as a rule on weekends. Not at night, but during the day for a little afternoon kip.
3. I stole a class from another teacher. I was her sub for 2 weeks and the class liked me a lot and I liked them, so I mentioned it to the course director (in the hope of stealing them 'cause I was desperate for hours), who text messaged me a day later saying it would be my class if I wanted. In total, I have been offered 6 extra hours of work this week and accepted it all, so once again I will be a real teacher, not just a 12-hour-a-week bum. Yet, my schedule remains perfect - I work my butt off Monday through Wednesday and then am finished for the weekend on Thursday mornings at 9am when class finishes. Woot!
4. Our lesson planning skills now are such crap compared to right after our TEFL course. We've resorted to teaching song lyrics and passing off sayings like "Whatchya knowing" as commonly used English. I went so far as to create pre-viewing tasks and post-viewing exercises for an original "Miss Congeniality" lesson that has gone on to some fame in the Barcelona TEFL community. Just wait til "Miss Congeniality: Armed and Fabulous" comes out. Then maybe I can teach my students more useful vocabulary about beauty pageants......
5. This coming weekend we are renting motor bikes and driving down the coast to fabulous Sitges. We plan to go clubbing and then sleep on the beach. This should be interesting.
6. My hair is growing out.
7. Weekend update: We got up at 8am on Saturday to go to one of the many outdoor markets to find cheap used bikes, but we failed. We did, however, meet a crazy old man who was the spitting image of Hemingway and wanted 100 euros for a dead 10 speed. Later we slept in the park and then spent the night at this insane squatter party in this big old abandoned hotel. The music was amazing and we danced until 8am. Sunday we were dead until the late afternoon when our friend Jordan came by with falafel for everyone; we scooped ourselves up and went out to the nearby plaza to watch the Barca-Madrid football match through a pub window. Barca lost and there was much sadness and chaos in the streets.