Reading club at 10am. There was a new person there today, 15 year-old girl named Ingrid. From what I could make out, Tayde and Ingrid’s mom are friends, and Tayde talked her friend into sending her three daughters to reading club, except the older two were able to come up with excuses not to, leaving Ingrid, timid and alone (lol). Today’s story was by a different Chiapan author, Eraclio Zepeda, and was once again very sad, although this time it was less Kafka-sad and more Shakespeare-sad. After the story, I talked to Tayde about splitting the weekday lessons in half so that Sherrill and I can work on our own levels, at our own paces. Tayde was already on the same page, which was good. We will talk with Sherrill on Monday (She is going back to California this weekend to renew a visa).
After this, I took a nap, then worked all afternoon and evening, talking occasional breaks. I rediscovered Frog and Toad while looking for books to teach; I had forgotten how funny those books were. I feel Toad in my soul. Other than that, not much new. It’s been a stressful string of days, but a good stress, born of genuine excitement and investment in things to come.
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