Teaching, football games, cockroaches, and so much more!

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Once again I must start with, "where to begin!". We have been extraordinarily busy as of late so I have failed to get my posts up. I have been really good with my journal writing however so I should be able to find something good to put up… let me see…
I could talk about teaching, North Shopping, the beach house, the football game, Catholic mass, cockroaches, “Halloween”, the library, the dance and so much more.

Teaching
As always I like to talk about the highlight of my time here-teaching. Unfortunately they changed the format a little this last week and so Hector and I are teaching together again. Because we are both used to teaching this our own way and teaching the whole time on our own, you feel kind of lazy just listening half the time, and you butt heads a little over how to teach the class. It has been good though and we try to always start our turn to talk confirming what the other just finished saying.
I feel like we have gotten through better to this and the last group the importance of really doing your contacts and putting yourself out on a limb. We brought Bonbons in as a reward for those who actually called people on their list the day before. When I feel like we are really helping it justifies all my time down here. I pray that we can continue to increase the effect we are having on them each week. I ONLY HAVE THREE MORE WEEKS OF TEACHING LEFT! Sad thought, I will really miss the employment center and all the wonderful people that work there. I need to take pictures of them.

Bus Ride and English class (Journal entry November 7, 2007)
On Wednesday we “left for Bom Jardim where João [a volunteer at the center] teaches his English class to help one last time. The bus ride there was so crazy. It felt like some gross “mosh” pit dance party, with everyone completely packed together. We weren’t able to get seats and I had to stand with my back to the isle hanging over a lady for dear life. She at least offered to hold my history book so I could use two hands. You don’t understand how crazy it is until you have ridden a bus in South America in a big city. There are no laws, or if there are they are not enforced, on how many people can be on a bus. It is truly like a clown car. Whenever you think it is impossible to cram more people on the number doubles. I have watched people hang from the bus entrances as it starts to pull away and let the doors smash them into the bus. It has really tested my flexibility. Honestly, I used to be a little claustrophobic and at times I have to suppress a little bit of panic. There were at least two times I was sure if I jumped I wouldn’t hit the floor again. This is not to mention that fact that you have people squeezing themselves by you all the time because you have to exit in the front (you get on in the back). There were a few times when girls needed to squeeze by and had it been by choice I would feel compelled to go home and spend the night repenting. I think after one ride I could be the definitive author on “101 Ways to Invade Someone’s Personal Space”.
The lesson went well. We helped them by having them ask questions in English and then reply in English while João translated for them. The bus ride on the way home was pretty normal except the two prostitutes that got on. I just buried myself in my book and read most of the way home as the bus was nearly empty.”

Soccer Game (Warning: Partly Man Story!)
The soccer game was another great experience. I wrote in my joural:
“It was a lot of fun and I took good pictures. Hector on the way to the game started to feel the way I did when I woke up and really needed to use the bathroom. After Simplicio asked a vendor for some napkins to use as toilet paper for Hector, he went into the bathroom for a little while and came back out. Too quickly I thought. I found out later he hadn’t gone; it was too gross. Turns out he couldn’t wait any longer a little into the game so he said he was going to the bathroom and I wanted to get a drink so I followed. Once he had gone in I decided to take a peek into the “bathroom”. I have never seen something so gross. There was an inch of “water” on the floor, the sinks didn’t work, there was no toilet paper, most of the doors were broken or missing and there were no seats on the toilets. The “water” was verified as being more when Hector and I looked into another bathroom to see if it had working sinks to see one man relieving himself on the wall and another under the sink. THE TOILET IS ABOUT 2 FEET AWAY! WHY AREN’T YOU USING IT?!?! They were probably drunk.
Ceará won the game 3 to 0 and it was a good time all in all…”

Le Cucaracha! (A continuation of the same days journal)
“…However when I got home and started writing this journal entry I saw something moving in my bathroom. IT WAS A COCKROACH! Oh, and not just any cockroach, one about 3 inches long. I scrambled for a shoe after I had jumped on top of my bed in a time span I was sure defined the laws of physics. When I got back I couldn’t see it anywhere. I knew it had to have climbed under the sink cabinets. The problem is my bathroom is barely double the size of an airplane bathroom and putting my head somewhere where I could actually see under the sink (if it was there) would mean sticking my face only a couple inches from from the cabinet edge.
Sure enough, as soon as I poked my head under it was about a foot from my face. Once again defining all of Newton’s laws I was back up on my feet and fetching the broom. I swept under and threw it to the back corner. I tried killing it with the end of the broom with no success and when I went to find something new to kill it with it was gone. I couldn’t find it anywhere! I shut the door to the bathroom, so I don’t know where it went. I am paranoid now. You can say all sorts of great things about Brazil, but until they fix the cockroach problem it is not for me. :)jk I have the bathroom quarantined now, and the light is being left on because they don’t like light. I plugged the hole I think they could be coming out of.”
Since then I have become a master hunter with poison traps around the house. My kill count in my bathroom alone is at 4 now.

The Rest
Halloween was actually pretty anticlimactic, the dance was awesome but I don’t have time to talk about it now, the Catholic Mass “of All Saints” will have to be in my next posts, and the library experience actually turned out to be a very deeply moving and perspective changing experience so I will have to remember to include it in the next post. For now, I have to take off because we have missionary splits in an hour. Love ya all!

TEACHING-WEEKS 2-3

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Teaching
Teaching the class has been amazing and to say it is a blessing would be a euphemism but as that is the best word I can think of I will stick with that. This week is the second week of me teaching on my own. Our center has had SO many people coming in to attend the workshop that we have had to divide into to rooms so we each teach 20-30 students. We were told today by a volunteer the waiting list is now at 700 people! Truly, the response has been a tender mercy from our Heavenly Father.

The first week, I struggled. We didn’t have the participant manuals and I was in the smaller room. True the room isn’t as nice but that wasn’t the problem, the smaller room has been the overflow room, and as we have learned since we have changed rooms this week (hallelujah!) those who come later tend to be those who aren’t as serious about the course—go figure. :) So without the books for the participants I really had to wing it and have the secretaries furiously making copies from the one book we had I some of the activities for my students to do. Turns out the books had been confiscated as contraband, thought they were drugs or something, much to their surprise when they actually opened them up they were full of Christ-centered self-reliance manuals so they sent them right along. Ha ha. In all this chaos order in my little classroom started to fall apart and it was a trial of my faith. I was getting up before 6:00am to prepare for my class in hopes to do better and after a thorough reprimand on the 3^rd day everything came together better and I felt that the last day was significantly more effective. (Who knew I would deliberately go to bed at 9:30pm and get up at 5:30am? Those who know me feel free to scoop your jaws up off the floor).
This week, meaning so far just the first two days, the whole spirit of the class is different and I can tell everything is going to be so much better. I know I am being blessed and I know the Lord’s hand has been in my life; of course having the workshop books now helps. :) I love the chance I have at the end of lessons to, in an appropriate fashion, share my testimony. That little extra spirit goes along way, even if it helps me the most.

“Snakes”
Some warned me, some told me took make the best of it, but for better or worse, despite my best efforts the “snakes” have come out of the woodwork. For those few of you who are not familiar with this term, it is what the missionaries and members here in South America call the girls who go after the Americans. It has been bad, I have been given several numbers, near confessions of love in emails (and I don’t even remember who they are when I get the email), and volunteers interrupting me while I am trying to use the computers at the centers to tell me a girl has decided she is interest in me and wants to know if she can talk to me! For those of you who have thought my already astronomically sized head was already so big that an inflation of this sort would have surely caused an implosion of cosmic proportions. Probably leading to the formation of a new black hole and the destruction of the earth, I am happy to report I have realized it all for what it is and am not letting it affect me. It is weird though, it is like some mixed up weird form of reverse racism. I am being treated different for the color of my skin but in a nonviolent kinda creepy sort of way… or at least they are treating me different the nationality on my passport. :) Now before I go and burst all my bubbles, let me say I do feel I have had a chance to stand out here for more than just the color of my skin, and if this is not the case than I have not been doing what I set out to do while I am here.

The End
So much more to write, and so little time… ok, desire. I actually have more time but this will suffice. Tchau!

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THE APARTMENT/THE BEACH/THE FIASCO

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The Apartment
What a fiasco this has been, but ultimately we are here and we are happy. As I explained earlier we were living in a hotel/hostel for the first couple of weeks, it was nice you could get meals there, but think of it like the dorms, nice is some ways but really expensive. Eight reais for each meal, when we had budgeted three for breakfast, five for lunch, and seven for dinner. Now, we have a little kitchen, our own rooms, our own bathrooms (more than we needed, though his shower leaks so not to cooshy yet), a small living space next to the kitchen, and a balcony. We are now farther from the LDS employment center and the church but now the beach is only two blocks away, groceries one block away, restaurants everywhere, and the “shoppings” or malls are much closer. We can take a cheap bus that will drop us off right by the center and the church.






The Beach
Speaking of the beach being near by, having it close still doesn’t spare me from being an obvious gringo American. Today, in the afternoon I thought I’d take the short stroll from our apartment down to the beach with my camera, take some pictures, enjoy a stroll and come back. Well, Sunday is a big day for relaxing it appears and as I was getting closer to the beach three tourist buses pulled up packed full of young adults who where just chomping at the bit to verbally dig into a clearly foreign gringo. Since I was wearing athletic shorts that gave away I was carrying something, and I knew all of them would want to “look” at my camera if I pulled it out, I rounded the block and went home with my own personal peanut gallery “cheering” me on as I went home. That day I wished I was of Latin decent like Hector so I would go mostly unnoticed; at least he’s not given away until he opens his mouth. I had plenty to do at the apartment so I wasn’t too bother about it.


The fiasco
The fiasco was with our manager. He, despite his initial gracious commentaries that he’d be more that willing to help with anything, clearly didn’t like the fact we were not happy with the “housing” arrangements. Considering he was trained on this and given a Power Point explaining exactly what we were supposed to have, and he basically ignored half of the specifications, I thought he had no room to complain; clearly I was wrong. He eventually gave us a couple of hours of his time one evening to exchange our money and look for deferent accommodations, explaining all along the way that is was basically impossible to find anything, everything needed a year contract or was too expensive and I got the idea that he was hoping to go on this little adventure just to make a point; for sure at least to guilt trip us along the way.
Well, in less that an hour we found a really nice place, within the budget, and near the beach. Of course then he explains the next day that he doesn’t know how much he can get back from the hotel, that he doesn’t know if he can get the money because the man renting the apartment wants it up front, blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH. Once again if he had paid attention to his training information he would know that all he had to do was open an account for the area (as in the area we have an Area Presidency for) and then BYU through the church would reimburse the money back to that account in the end. Well, with all that we lost that apartment, but of course in one afternoon Hector and I found several other suitable options. Longer story short, he got us into one of the ones we found, or course it had to be the most ghetto of them and the one farthest from the center but at least it meets most of the requirements outlined for us. We still don’t have desks. If we are sounding a little bratty it’s because we paid good money in America for something specific and he didn’t deliver, and even more importantly, our directors in Salt Lake found out where we were living and said it was against the regulations that had set out. Regardless, all it good now and we are happy and the center is happy.