It’s been happening a lot lately that I’ll see someone that I think I know. Then I realize that person actually doesn’t live here. He was one of my students in Spain. She was one of my college friends who now lives in D.C.. This I-thought-I-knew-you syndrome is something that plagues us who move often. […]
Tag: I hate it when that happens
I hate it when that happens: I shrank my new skirt
So I bought a skirt at Goodwill for $3.50 last week. When I got home I realized it was dry clean only. But it seemed kind of silly to dry clean a piece of clothing that costs less than the dry cleaning itself. So I hand washed it. Since it was a second hand purchase […]
I hate it when that happens: language slip-ups
This week one of the teachers at school corrected my Spanish (which isn’t uncommon actually). But this time was a little bit uncomfortable. Apparently estar hecho polvo is not the same as echo un polvo. It’s kind of like the way to screw something in is not the same as to screw someone. Yup. Awkward. […]
I hate it when that happens: I pooped in the milk
Last week was an off week. It included losing my classroom to another teacher because I didn’t reserve the room and a stare-down to the death with a lady at the post office. Plus, one day I walked into the secretary’s office and one of my students Matias was there (who is actually a pretty […]
Anne Foster 