“Farewells”, as Borges mentioned in one of his stories is “a senseless celebration of misfortune.” Today I had my very last class with Raul at CH2M. Andres has been absent for the last two weeks because he is too preoccupied with work. I had known this for couple of weeks now but only mentioned it to Julia, a supervisor from the institute, last week. I didn’t feel like saying anything to Raul or Andres because I really don’t want to put much emphases on the last class.
My last ride on the 102 was a pleasant one I suppose. People have told me it’s not a common occurrence that bus drivers give discounted prices to passengers, yet nine out of ten times my morning ride only costs me 90 cents instead of 1 peso. This morning was no different. I even paid special attention to pronounce “un peso” as clearly as possible; nevertheless, the driver pressed the 90-cent button. I gave him a smile when he looked at me through the rare view mirror. Somehow half way through the ride everyone else had gotten off the bus except me. After peering back at the empty bus the driver started to talk to me. He inquired about my travels, where I’m from and the usual questions. Then like all Argentine men he proceeded to ask if I’m married or have a boyfriend. When I shook my head he asked for my phone number but luckily by then my stop was only one block away. He said “ciao Linda” a few times as I jumped off the bus.
On the ride back from la Boca I was at first a bit sad for leaving but then I was more annoyed. I’m a sensitive person. Ever since I was very young I knew I would never want to be a teacher since part of the job is to constantly say good bye to your students. However, that never stopped me from teaching and after doing it for 5 years I still haven’t improved on my farewell skills. At least this time there were no tears.
All of my students are great and so are the classes. One thing I’m starting to get very annoyed with is the institute. When I sent Julia my “resignation” email last week I used all sorts of words like “grateful” and “sincere” to express my feelings thinking she might appreciate it too. But the only response I got from her was “oh, I thought you were staying until June.” She repeated the same comments when I ran into her at NCR yesterday trying to make me feel guilty because she has to look for another teacher to replace me. The problem is not I want to leave, but the fact that it’s not at all realistic for me to stay based on my current earnings. Julia is nothing compare to Denis from