Day Three: My Flatmate Has Interesting Opinions and Teaching is Hard

Overall, my apartment is fairly nice. However, there are things which made it sad place yesterday (and this morning).
First of all: darkness 24-7, especially in the staircase. Sunlight has a difficult time penetrating the tight spaces of the Barre Gotico flats. My room, for example, looks out onto a tiny 7x7 inner courtyard so it in perpetual twilight even during midday. At least this encourages me to get some fresh air outdoors.
Also, my room looks across towards the bathroom, whic his fine when I use it but when someone someone else uses it I have to either close the windwos or otherwise just muddle through the peepshow.
The internet stoped working last night. I was cut off from the world and that made me very angry for about an hour before I decided to go bed.
Most importantly, one of my flatmates is crazy. His brain is rotting inside his head from all the conspiracy theories he is keeping up there.
Valerio believes in the following:
·the illuminati
·a secret cabal of weathermen in Britain who are accurately predicting everything, including the exact hour of the recent tsunami in Japan.
·Al Gore invented global warming...AND George Bush planned 9-11. How is that for non-partishanship?
·all politicians win fixed elections, a result of secret world ¨puppetmasters¨, probably Jews
·Speaking of the Jews, they planned the Holocaust. It was staged and exaggerated by that most pernicious of secret Jews, Adolf Hitler, to ensure that nobody would be able to criticize their postwar machinations-scheming ever ever again. But it hasn´t worked, obviously, because as Valerio has proven, THEY HAVE FOUND OUT OUR SECRET.
Valerio is very nice. He bought me and the other flatmate, Tony, wine and offered us part of an omelette he made for dinner. But he scared me last night and the day before he was acting like a creepy bastard towards the other girls in my class. He is not even IN my class, having graduated last Friday from the 4'week teacher training course, but he is still hanging out at the school to use the internet and (mainly) to creep on the girls. Valerio leaves in three days. The countdown began when he said Bill Hicks was killed by the government because he ¨knew too much.¨ Now I know too much...about Valerio.

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Almost every day we are ¨taught¨by being teachers ourselves. This week I my group was dealing with beginner-level English students. It was a learning experience for both student and teacher then, as it did not go extremely well. I think people learned some new words-phrases, so it was a success overall, and I was at least, proud that somehow I conveyed to them some vocab about family and friends.
Although there are a few people in their early twenties or younger, at least half of the class are older students who are trying to learn English because they are unempoyed or retired and figured now was as good a time as any to learn English, probably so they could watch Starship Troopers in the language it was meant to be understood.

The stupidest individual mistake I made was writing ¨my best friend is a chess board¨ (instead of player) on the wall. Now, this could just have meant that you are insular and calculating, but this kind of abstract metaphor is probably not a useful thing to teach beginner students.

Apparently, i talk too much. I was dressed down, although not in an angry way, by MY teacher because he said I was using too many words during the lesson and it just stressed out the students who had no idea what I was saying. Word economy is going to be hard because when I´m nervous I´d prefer to talk rather than fidget. Can I do neither? I guess we´ll see.