La primera clase

I suppose today is the get-to-know-each-other day. This is what I remember most about the class. My teacher is a crazy lady. Unfortunately for me, she is the exact personality that I have the hardest time getting along with – you know, the very abrasive if-you-don’t-agree-with-everything-they-say-they-attack-you type. We spent the first twenty minutes or so with her asking me about things I like, things I don’t like, whatever … and every third thing I said I liked or didn’t like she had the opposite feeling so she would ask me why I don’t like them. Huh? I don’t like them, because I don’t like them. It wasn’t so much like why don’t you like this restaurant … because I don’t like that type of food/service … there was no reason. Like, I don’t like science fiction – why? Because, I don’t like science fiction. It doesn’t appeal to me.

She teaches yoga. I would love to take yoga but I never wanted to pay $10 per class. She tells me that $10 per class (23,000 pesos) is a very good price and I should jump at the chance. She tells me that yoga is one of the most important things in life and that it would do me a world of good.

QUE????

She also tried to cut our class ½ hour short out of two hours. We stayed the full two hours, but she wasn’t happy about it. My assignment for tonight is to write a couple paragraphs about what I do and don’t like – for example: I don’t like people that try to con me. She took about 10 minutes to write about herself on the blackboard. It’s not that I don’t care about her likes and dislikes, but I’m not sure I learned anything except that she likes extreme sports, does not like to go to church, and does not want to have kids. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that she doesn’t like others that have or want kids or those that go to church. She squirmed noticeably in her seat when I said I liked to attend church. Dios mio.

I’m gonna regroup tonight and be more prepared tomorrow. Wish me luck.

On a good note, we had banana juice for lunch. YUUUUUMMMMM!