I was watching a super sad (so sad that I couldn't stop crying) movie the other day about the last anti-Franco man to be executed. His name was Salvador and he was this idealistic kid who just wanted to help Spain and end the dictator's rule. So he got involved in a small rebellion group of young guys. Unfortunately, the police was able to track him down and he fatally shot a cop in the process of his capture. In the end, the court decided to sentence him to death by garrote. It was terrible! For those of you who don't know what a garrote is, it's this iron metal collar they put around the person's neck. Then they turn this thing so the collar gets tighter and tighter. It's an execution device that originated in Spain and was very well used in the Spanish colonies. It's sick! It just made me think I would take the guillotine any day before the garrote!
Speaking of torture, teaching my morning class is one big torture. I have two teenage students in it and I want to punch the 14 year old boy's face every time. He is a terrible, awkward, pubescent brat!!! He doesn't listen, blatantly shows you that he is bored/not interested, and just has no manners. I'm pretty sure he talks about me in Spanish to the other student during class. I may not understand him completely but I've lived here long enough to know when someone is talking about me. The other day was just the tip of the iceberg (is that how the expression goes?). He told me I speak bad English!!! I was like, "WTF???" Just because I can distinguish the words bad and bed doesn't mean I speak bad English. I'm sorry that I don't say the English long a and e the same way as the Spanish e. I'm sorry that I don't say, badth or bedth. I'm sorry that you failed English in school and your rich parents made you take English classes. Uggh!! I was so angry!!! This is coming from a kid who is also in summer school because he failed Castellano. He can't even get his own language down and he has the audacity to tell me I speak badly?! And to think I have two more days with this pain in the ass. I would rather teach my 4 hour guy than sit with this brat for one hour. Once again, another teenager to reinforce my hatred.
On a better note, I almost had a brush with Aladdin...hahahaha...not really. I teach across the Hotel Intercontinental and the other day, I noticed lines of Mercedes Benz parked on the street as I passed it. There were also a ton of cops in the area. I knew it had to be someone important. There are usually important people there, but I've never seen it to this extent. My student told me that apparently some prince from Saudi Arabia was staying there. In the morning, all her colleagues that drive to work and pay a monthly fee to park in the hotel were refused parking. They were told that the entire parking lot was reserved only for the prince and his posse, and the Benzes outside the hotel were part of the Royal Protocol (as it said on the sticker on their windshields). Also in the morning, before the prince arrived, my student had a meeting/conference with Spain's Industrial Minister. She walked into the hotel and noticed she was walking on red carpet...covered in plastic (ha!). Not even the Minister could walk on the red carpet. It was ridiculous! Those Arabian princes are seriously loaded! Where does our gas money go? To men who can easily demand that a hotel be emptied out and have his people only drive Benzes, then leave the working class people parkless and angry.
I wonder what Salvador would do???
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