Watcher of the Skies

There is no right, no wrong
No questions, only orders
Only blue skies and cordite
And flight…Flight!
-Roger Waters

Well spank my ass and call me Gwen! – It’s February. I made it thru the month of January. But before I go to back to the future, one should never forget the past.

Last Friday


Last Friday, I taught an advanced class on New York architecture. It went very well, and the grammar was about the order of using adjectives. You go from most general to most specific. A native speaker can do this no problem, but it’s a bitch for 2nd language student.

Anyway, after class, this tall blondish pretty woman, Anna, maybe 28, comes up to me and hands me a note. It says

I am a fly attendant and need some private lessons in order to get my CV in English and so that I can pass the interview. Do you know anyone who can help?
-Ana

I said, “I can help you.”
“How much per hours?”
“A.. 20 Euro.” A cut rate for my first private student.
“Yes. It may be me and two other of my friend, also are fly attendants. You can do?”

So I’m standing there thinking, I haven’t even got my degree yet and you’re asking if I can tutor you and your three stewardess friends for a huge job at $20E an hour? Um..yes. Sometimes life can be so beautiful I could cry.

In The End

Well, school is almost termina (finished)- 2 more days. They said we should get jobs quickly. If not, the bullfights start up again in March, and I may study to be a matador. That would be sweet!

We move into the new flat on Saturday. I thus begin to start living in Madrid instead of just existing. I have a lease til June 30, so I’ll be here at least that long. This is good because my plan was always to give it at least 6 months. So here I go…. Into the Deep End.