Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Learning English with Party Games


Admittedly, teaching middle schoolers is not my preferred line of work (gasp!). I don’t envision myself doing it in the future, but here in Spain it’s a necessity. That being said, I might as well have fun with it, right? As my Dad would say, MTBOI. Make the best of it.

In my attempt to MTBOI, I have developed a collection of FUN ways to teach various skills. As I like to call it;

~Learning English with party games~

Yes, party games. Amazing, I've found one for almost every verb tense that I've taught, its just a matter of searching and brainstorming. Here there are - categorized by target skill! You are welcome.

Present Simple:
Who am I?
Players tape a piece of paper on their forehead with the name of a celebrity so that the rest of the group can see the name. They take turns asking yes/no questions about their unknown person to the rest of the class, such as; “Am I American? Do I make movies?” The first person to correctly guess their person wins. 

Present Continuous:
“I’m going to China and I’m bringing…”
The first person says, “I’m going to China and I’m bringing a (word beginning in A).” The next person continues, saying the first phrase and adding a word beginning with B, etc. It’s a childish, but this game can be fun if the kids get creative.

Past Simple of to be and Past Continuous:
Mafia
This has been one of the most popular games that I introduced in my class. Usually played with a deck of cards, I play with two “mafia”, two “detectives” and two “doctors” who I have chosen. The mafia have to choose who to kill while the rest of the “townspeople” are sleeping, and the detectives have to try to figure out who the mafia is before everyone is killed.  The children accuse one another of being the mafia, and the accused has to defend him or herself by answering the questions, “Where were you last night?” (past simple with to be) and “What were you doing last night?” (past continuous). The main downfall to this game is that players cheat, and they look around while they are supposed to be sleeping.

Present Perfect:
Two truths and a lie
This was another very successful game, in which I actually saw surprisingly good creativity. Taking turns coming to the board, students must write down 3 sentences about themselves in the present perfect. I.e. I have lived in America, I have ridden a motorcycle,… However, two must be true and one must be false. The other students then attempt to guess the false statement, saying; “You have never ridden a motorcycle.” After all the students have attempted to guess the false statement, the student reveals the answer and whoever guessed correctly receives one point. If nobody guesses correctly, the student who wrote the sentences receives a point.



Never have I ever (classroom appropriate)
There are various ways to play this game, the most common being holding up 5 or 10 fingers to begin and going around in a circle. However, I like to have all the students stand up to begin. The person who is “it” comes to the front of the classroom and begins eliminating students with true statements about himself in the negative present perfect. (“I have never swum in the ocean.”) Any student who has done the thing must sit down. The student continues making statements until only one person is left standing, and that person then becomes “it”.

Future with will:
M.A.S.H.
This is more of a middle school lunchroom game than a party game, but it turned out hilarious with my students and got enthusiastic participation. Do I really have to explain how to play?? Any Americans who grew up in the 90s have definitely played their fair share of MASH (Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House).  On the board or a piece of paper you must write MASH at the top of the page, and below you put categories such as spouse, city, job, pet, car, etc. Under each category you put four words, and it is more fun if at least one of them is ridiculous, such as alligator for pet or Brad Pitt for spouse. Decide on a “magic number”, then beginning with the M on MASH you begin counting and eliminating every word that lands on the “magic number” until you are left with one word in each category. Students then share the results saying; “I will marry Brad Pitt, I will live in Cadiz, I will be a teacher, etc.” It’s almost always hilarious and students practice future predictions with will.

Vocabulary, general skills:
Scattegories
Sometimes students can be surprising- in a good way. My students blew me away with the words they were able to come up with in Scattegories. For this game, categories are pre-chosen by the teacher (jobs, household items, verbs, etc). For each round there is a different letter chosen, and students have 2 minutes to think of words to fit the category that begin with the chosen letter. You can play as many rounds as you wish, using the same categories every time.

Draw, write, draw, write
Begin with a large piece of paper divided into sections horizontally. At the top section, students write a sentence (“The cow jumped over the moon”) Everyone  then passes the paper to their neighbor, who reads the sentence and below draws a picture of the sentence. Before they pass the paper again, they must fold it so that ONLY their drawing is visible. The next student then looks at the drawing and writes a sentence based on that drawing. (“The cow jumped over the moon” might become “The horse is skipping”). They then pass the paper, covering up the drawing above, so the next person ONLY sees what the previous person has written. The paper continuous around the circle like this, and it is hilarious to see how the sentence changes. 


Sunday, December 16, 2012

Andalusian charm

If someone were to ask me for a recommendation for a great trip in Spain, I wouldn't hesitate to recommend to them one of my favorite things: the white villages of Andalusia, or "Los Pueblos Blancos." Andalusia (specifically the provinces of Cadiz and Malaga) is known throughout the world for its aesthetically-pleasing whitewashed buildings that encase narrow streets and contain brightly colored plants in the windowsills. In addition, while Cordoba is the most famous for its open-air 'patios' covered in beautiful flowers, there are plenty of them to be found in many of the smaller Andalusian cities.

From the bigger, tourist-ridden, beachside Marbella in the province of Malaga to the mountainous, small, fairly unheard of Vejer de la Frontera in Cadiz, the beauty and charm of Andalucia never ceases to amaze me:

Andalusian plaza (Marbella)


Whitewashed street (Ronda)




Flowery windowsill (Arcos)


Andalusian Patio (Vejer de la Frontera)

I think that in some of these towns anyone can become a photographer. Well maybe not.. but on top of the great photo-ops provided by the city itself, many of these towns are in or surrounded by mountains and cliffs, which provides for some seriously amazing views. Surrounded by all the valleys and hills and beautiful landscape, its almost impossible to take a bad picture of the scenery. Here are a few of my favorites:

Arcos de la Frontera, a city on a mountain.

Ronda, surrounded by the greenest valleys.

You are on top of the world!! Living here, I don't think I would ever get tired of participating in one of Spain's simplest forms of entertainment: "dar un paseo" (take a walk). Despite the hills and frequent wind, walking around in these cities can take your breath away and allow you to have a 'mountain-top' experience.

Finally, of the main things that make the smaller Pueblos Blancos so appealing to me is that many of them are fairly untouched by tourists and still full of old unchanged Spanish charm. You get to see things the way they have been for years, instead of how they have been altered to cater to the needs of hordes of tourists. It sometimes feels like life has frozen in time, and you have stepped back with it.

If you want a beautiful, unique Andalusian adventure, as well as an opportunity to step away from the hustle and bustle of big city travel, I recommend that you take a weekend, pack your camera and your walking shoes, and head to one of Andalusia's White Villages.


In Arcos de la Frontera:
El guiri and la guiri. 


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Soy guiri, no soy tonta

One thing that you become familiar with very quickly being a foreigner in any other country is the attitude of the people towards foreigners and in my case, Americans in general. I've had a wide range of reactions from people who realize I'm not a local, most of them being extremely positive. However, there is one reaction that always makes me want to shout to the nearest listener; "Soy guiri, no soy tonta!" ("I'm a foreigner, I'm not stupid!")
"What are you, not from here or something??"

The first type of person is the one who TRIES to make you feel like an absolute idiot. In my experience this person is almost always someone whose job is to perform a service for you (banks, supermarkets, bus drivers, post office workers, etc.) and they just simply hate being bothered by a guiri who will slow them down or throw off their groove. 

For example, that time when you forget to weigh your fruit at the supermarket before checking out... No words are necessary, the look says it all.             

I mean, I'm sure we've all been there: that moment when you witness an awkward situation with a foreigner and unconsciously associate their confusion with a below average intelligence level. I don't think it's purposeful, but I do think that it's at times a natural phenomenon to look down on or condescend to someone in your country who is having difficulty with either the language or a simple everyday task.

Fortunately, the learning curve is quick. Because this is my second year here I more or less have things figured out. I can get by in society without too many social blunders and I can usually not be noticed right away as a "guiri". That is, until I open my mouth and begin talking.

This leads to the second type of person I encounter: the one who condescends subtly and unintentionally. While they mean no harm, its safe to say that I don't like being treated like an idiot. When I am explaining something or asking a question in my accented Spanish and the person decides to attempt to respond in English I simply cannot stand it. While they might be trying to "help" by speaking to me in English, the reality is that my Spanish is always far, far better than their level of English.

The other day at a store I had to give my (American) zip code to complete a purchase. Because I haven't used it in months, it took me a minute to remember. I laughed and explained (in Spanish) to the girl that I was having trouble remembering, but she took it upon herself to attempt to explain further; "Post Code. Where you from." Did she think I didn't understand the question? What part of "I can't remember my post code" implies that I don't understand the question? 


   "I can't tell if you're stupid, or just a guiri."

Or when I buy a coffee, ask the price (in Spanish) and they respond with "Un euro. One," all the while holding up one finger. Yes, thank you for the hand motions, as if I speak neither English NOR Spanish...
Also, if I ask the price in Spanish, wouldn't the assumption be that I understand the answer in Spanish?

Granted, despite these annoyances that I have, the overall attitude of the people is very welcoming towards foreigners, and for this I am thankful. Also, sometimes us guiris deserve the reputation we get. We often do stupid things, ask stupid questions, and generally makes fools of ourselves. Many times the silly things we do [see video below] cause people to stop and stare and ask "why?". There really is no good explanation except, "Soy Guiri, a veces soy tonta." 

Enjoy! 





Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Settling in.


I’ve been a bit out of touch with the world, so this post will serve as a general update of what I’ve been up to since arriving in Spain.

On September 18 I embarked on the long, tiring journey across the ocean and landed the next morning in Madrid where I had booked a hotel for a night so I could stay and do some sightseeing before heading down to Cadiz. I absolutely love the city, so despite battling jetlag and culture shock I made the most of the 2 days I had in the city before catching the night train to Cadiz:


La Puerta del Sol
Drinking coffee ::  Don Quixote

Once I made it back to Cadiz, I have to admit the first week was a bit rough. I think the shock of leaving friends/family/home combined with the sudden and complete independence that was thrust upon me is to blame for my overly stressed and emotional mental state the first week. However, life goes on and certain things had to be accomplished.


Task # 1: Find a place to live. The search for a "flat" took longer than it would have if I'd had any of the following: a phone, reliable internet, easy transportation, friends, an umbrella....(Fortunately in the end I was lent the umbrella!). However, after a long rainy tiring week of searching, a fellow Language Assistant and I stumbled upon the perfect place that we both were content with: It has a great view (her priority), and plenty of space (my priority) and is right on the beach:


Google maps street view of our place (top left corner)

 Bonus: The kitchen is superbly furnished (a step up from last years' accommodation)!






          Arguably the best feature is the patio and bedroom views.



Eating lunch on the patio

View from my BEDROOM window

"Task" # 2: Relaxation weekend  

After finding a place to live, I went on a small weekend vacation to Zahara de los Atunes, which is a small beautiful beachside village that is located on cliffs overlooking the ocean. The vacation was great timing, and I was able to rest a lot and try to mentally prepare to start work. 

On the balcony of the house I stayed at in Zahara


Task # 3: Start classes. Oh yeah, this is supposedly the whole reason I'm here... This year I teach in San Fernando, a small town that is a 20 minute bus ride from Cadiz. Thankfully I was able to arrange all my classes (including my private classes) to be Monday-Thursday so every week is a 3 day weekend! This year I teach a wide range, from 4-5 years old to 11-15 years. The classes can pretty much be summed up as so:


4-5 years: *Incessant adorable Spanish chattering* and multiple repeats of 'Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes' 


11-13 years: "Teacher, who is your favorite pop star? Teacher, do you have a boyfriend? Teacher, do you like Katy Perry?"


14-15 years: still awkward yet too-cool-for-school adolescent age...enough said.


These days my biggest annoyance is warding off the super pushy Spanish women who don't understand why I don't want to spend my every spare moment teaching English to the entire town. Everybody has a coworker who has a friend who has a sister who wants to learn English- all for a low price (it's for a FRIEND after all, and Spain is in a crisis). Its difficult to explain why I'm not currently looking for more work...


Sorry, I'm too busy taking long walks along the beach that is my front yard.

Monday, September 10, 2012

"The belly rules the mind" -Spanish Proverb


I've been promising my Mom all summer that I would make a "typical Spanish dinner" and last weekend I finally found time to make it happen. It was somewhat difficult to decide what to prepare, but in the end I went with foods that meant something to me based on my personal experiences and memories. I drove across town looking for the perfect kind of cheese, chorizo, and olives with varying degrees of success (was so excited to find manchego cheese), gathered all my supplies, recruited a loyal assistant, and set out to thoroughly dirty the kitchen and hope for the best. The results are as follows (recipes at the end of the post): 

Part 1: Oh, The tortilla Española! Much could be said about this quintessential delicacy of spanish cuisine that consists of egg, potato, and onion. I've had it at parties, in restaurants, as a meal, as a snack, as filling in a sandwich, and dolled up with meat and veggies. Although I've had the tortilla in many different situations and locations, the most delectable tortilla in my opinion is the homemade tortilla prepared by the Spanish woman (in my case, Danis mom). That's why, when I think of tortilla, I think of family: sitting down to a casual family dinner at the kitchen table [at 11pm, which I'm STILL not used to] and waiting for the homemade fresh omelette-like food to be served. As always, it's been cooked to perfection in taste and size. What strikes me the most is that while this might be considered a delicacy to me, to a Spaniard its just the opposite- a food to be enjoyed in the most everyday circumstances surrounded by casual talk of politics, work, and -if I'm around- the ever present inquires about American culture. 

Sadly, my homemade tortilla wasn't nearly as delicious.


As you can see, it is frumpy, slightly burned and the inside wasn't moist like it should be (the key is in the frying temperature...?). But at least it too was enjoyed in the company of family- for the first time, my American family instead of my Spanish family.


Crowder family dinner, Spanish style


Part 2: Whether its snails, spicy potatoes, fried octopus, fish, cheese (manchego, brie, roquefort...) there are countless foods that I could discuss in relation to some of my favorite tapas bars. However, the food itself is not the only thing that is unique about the Spanish tapas bar- it's all about the atmosphere. It may seem weird to see dried pig legs hanging from the roof, some may be perturbed when there is no open seating and they are expected to eat standing up, and not everyone will like receiving such small portions...However, all of these characteristics help make the tapas bar and eating out experience what they are. 


At Las Cumbres, one of our favorite places in Cadiz (note the
ham hanging in the background)

Despite all the tasty food I mentioned, I have special memories of eating meatballs on the last night I went out in Cadiz, and they are one of the simplest favorites. When I found a good-looking recipe online, that sealed the deal: so I decided to prepare albondigas en salsa de almendra (meatballs in almond sauce). A meatball might not sound all that special, but it wasn't until i tried meatballs at a popular gaditano tapas bar did i truly appreciate their culinary possibilities. Luckily, I would say that the recipe I found did them justice. These were not your typical spaghetti-and-meatball type of meatballs:



They turned out delicious, with the almonds giving them a nutty sweet sauce and the white bread giving the meat a nice moist texture- I would even go as far to say that they were almost as good as their inspiration:



Eating at the bar, Las Cumbres



Overall, I would say that the dinner turned out pretty well! It was fun to share a bit of the Spanish culture with my family, and even more entertaining is the challenge of explaining what a "tapa" even is. "How does this tapa thing work.... ? ...Is it an appetizer...? ..Whats the difference between a tapa and an appetizer...?" ........ You get the picture.

 Here are more photos of my dinner:


Pimientos rellenos con arroz y salsa de tomate
(red peppers filled with rice and tomato sauce) 

Salchichon, queso manchego, aceitunas, "picos"

Of course, tinto de verano: red wine mixed with fanta. Yum!

I wish I could say that I used were secret recipes from an authentic Spanish restaurant but... the internet is a wonderful substitute sometimes. So here are the recipes that I used:


Spanish Tortilla

Meatballs in Almond Sauce

Stuffed Bell Peppers









Thursday, August 9, 2012

International Love

Finally the answer to the big question that all my well-wishers want to know; "Did you meet anyone special while you were in Spain?"

Well, you are about to have the inside scoop. I had the privilege of being featured by another (more talented) blogger in her section called "So you're dating a Spaniard?" so I will refer you to her website.

You can click over there, in the blogs I follow ---------------------------------->  -------^

Or to make it easy on yourself, just follow this link!

http://ymuchomas.com/2012/08/07/so-youre-dating-a-spaniard-leah/

My favorite Spaniard and me!