If you read “teaching job in Guatemala” in my last post and envisioned me sweating it out in a humid, windowless shack while my students sat on the dirt floor, shoeless yet eager to learn…well, you’d be a tad bit off with that one.
The reality is that I teach in a very posh International school. There are security cameras in the classrooms, all the teachers have to scan their finger-prints Mission Impossible style upon entering the building and I spend part of each class shouting: “Next time I see your iPhone, I’m confiscating it!” Some of my students are so wealthy, they have body guards. And while most of them are Guatemalans, you wouldn’t be able to tell from their fair skin, blond hair and blue eyes.
The school would be impressive anywhere, but in a country where 40 percent of it’s population is illiterate and the average worker only earns five dollars a day, the wealth that pours into that school is down-right astounding. The school has a football field, basketball court, computer lab, outdoor theater and even an espresso machine.
Now, if only they’d build a ski-lift from the road where the bus drops me off each morning to the top of the hill, where the school is located, I’d be happy. Because not only is the hill vertical and cobble-stoned, but I have to hike up it at 6:45 in the morning. And in three-dollar, pleather heels that I bought off a TV repair man, too boot.
And that’s definitely no bueno.