"I am going to echar agua to you, meester!"

This is the phrase most often used by Moises, the boy with whom I am currently living, and it is Spanglish for "I am going to throw water on you, meester." Meester is the accented pronunciation of Mr. here is Honduras.  He is a roudy boy and has endless amounts of energy. My nickname for him is chancho, which is a slang term for pig. Why do I call him this you ask? Because of the way he eats. Moises is 8 years old and can eat like it's his job - but not one of those jobs you would want to watch someone do. It is probably to most disgusting display of human ability I have witnessed in person. We begin with a tamale, best pictured as a solid hot-pocket. It is made of corn--i know, you're surprised--some sugar, salt, water and oil all mixed together and cooked inside of a corn husk. They come out as these very thick, very heavy hot pocket looking things. They are awesomely tasty. The common way to eat them is with this crumbly cheese that smells, and tastes like smelly feet (us gringos call it the smelly foot cheese) and a sour cream/butter/salty cream called mantequilla. You average person would take about 20-30 minutes to eat 2 of these; they are extremely filling. Moises manages to down both in about 7-10 minutes, all the while smothering them with this cream stuff and forcing it into his face. What's left at the end is a chubby little boy, exhausted with white cream and crumbled cheese in a messy arrangement on his face and shirt. One word: CHANCHO (pig). Maybe you will all be lucky enough to see a video of this at some point this year.

I finished up my first week of practice teaching and I am feeling positive. I had an "ah ha!" moment today while finishing up my lesson: kids learn so much more when they discuss it together.  You can really teach them into you and they are blue in the face, and they won't understand and you will have a blue face. But today, in 15 minutes, I salvaged a lesson I attempted yesterday and I am pretty sure they will remember it simply because I made them explain it to each other.

I have been lucky this past week because our practice class is mainly 5th graders. If I haven't told you yet, I will be teaching fifth grade, and this has given me an opportunity to both teach and observe them as students. I can already tell who I am going to have trouble with and who are going to be the allstars and I am writing it all down. Also, 5th graders are tiny. I guess that's what happens when your country doesn't use growth hormone on every other kid, and most professional athletes.

That's all I really have for you today. This weekend I am moving into the apartments and I couldn't be happier. I hope you enjoyed this post and held your food down; you only had to read the description, I have to watch it and eat at the same time. Looking forward to some comments or feedback. Have a good weekend everyone. Go Braves!