Today I had coffee with one of my students. She is really nice and speaks very, very, very little English. So that was challenging, but we ended up talking about what sports we like, our brothers and sisters, and I said that when my Bulgarian is better we should do it again. She's a 7th grader and she asked me to coffee. It made my day. The 7th grade is my favorite class. There are 28 of them and it's the biggest class by far. They are only supposed to have 25 in language classes, but 2 people came in mid-semester and they didn't want to have to split the class. They are completely out of control half the time (or what we would call out of control in the states) and loud and always seeking attention. But I love them because they respond; they are interactive; if you give them positive attention they respond positively everytime. They may be loud, noisy, and rowdy but they aren't disrespectful (unless they're testing your boundaries) and they give you immediate results. Teaching is going well but I have alot to learn. There is a volunteer at our school, Andy, and he is completely helpful. It's really nice to have him there and see what he's done that's worked and what hasn't. We went out of our little country town this past week for 2 days and as we were riding the bus back I was thinking how nice it would be to get back. Then I saw our town and sighed and smiled. It was a nice realization that this does feel like home in a way, and that it feels nice to come back here after being away for a few days. There are other volunteers in smaller towns and some in bigger, some with better schools, all with more behaved students.
This next week we will interview for our permanent sites...it's kinda nerve racking. We have so much to do this week and next. We are pretty much chocked full to the gills with things to do for all of training. It makes learning the language much tougher. But it's coming. I've gotta go eat until I feel like you could roll me to bed and hear from my host mom how little i ate. I think this is the only country where you can eat enough for 5 people and then have the person feeding complain that you never eat anything. Alas I am well fed.