I really do.

Teaching English in Chile isn’t all rainbows and ponies, smiles and laughter. There are tough students who question everything.

Student: My sister has thirteen years and…

Me: Your sister is thirteen…

Student: Like I said, my sister has thirteen years…

Me: No, you’re sister doesn’t have years, she is thirteen years old.

Student: But why? In Spanish it’s mi hermana tiene trece años.”

Me: You can’t translate directly. In English we are our age, we don’t have it.

Student: Aghhh! Why is everything so difficult?

And then you have your stuffy business men who make their political leanings known the very first class.

Student: What do you think about the coup in Honduras?

Me: Uummmm, well in general I’m not in favor of military interventions, I think that things should be resolved democratically.

Student: You are so naiive!!! Sometimes the military just has to intervene. Especially when the things are going towards the red side, if you know what I mean.

Me: Uuuuuuh.

But then there are the moments that make you say, I love my job.

Like during a taboo game (the word is gorgeous):

Team: An adjective! Really beautiful!

Student Guessing: Uhh…pretty! No, good-looking! No…attractive!

Team: No!! Jorge, but in English!

Student Guessing: George…

Team: Yeah! Beautiful! With that name!

Student Guessing: Beautiful George…..GEORGEOUS!!!!

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