English as a Second Language

I have now successfully applied to three different jobs.  I've tried to contact a whole bunch more but haven't heard back from any of them yet.  One is at an English school in town & they said they are going to email me back with a time for an interview.  Another is at a private school literally across the street from my apartment and they said they will call me after reviewing my resume.  Another is for a preschool English teaching position.  Octavio called the preschool today and asked about the job.  They told him he could apply but they were actually looking more for a woman for the preschool position.  So he said oh ok, well do you have an email address to send information to because I have a friend who might be interested. AKA-me!  So that is how I got out of calling them on the phone but still applying.

Octavio has started school.  He came home yesterday worried that it was going to be harder than he thought and his French class was really hard.  Then he came home today with a question from his English class.

"What is to essay?"
"An essay?" I said, "like a paper you write for class."
"No, to essay.  Does it make sense to say I like to essay."
"No, that's not a real thing."
"Yeah!  That's what I thought!  My English teacher asked what we like to do after school and someone said ensallar mi piano, (which means to practice my piano) and he wrote on the board 'to essay the piano.'"
"Yeah...that's not a real thing."

Now Octavio is skeptical of his English teacher because he seems to know more English than him.  The teacher also told them acceptable responses to the question how are you? are I'm blue or I'm peachy.  I told him they made sense & people would understand but no one really said those things.  Except my mom.  (also the reason Octavio already knew about the use of the word 'peachy')

In other news:  Here are pictures of our furnished apartment!  And some of a very studious Octavio. 

Octavio putting our couch together.  He claims that Mexicans don't read instructions.  Which really only means I read the instructions to him.

Octavio studying like the good student he is at our kitchen table.  I think he's just really excited he finally has a chair to sit in!

Our little kitchen area.

More of our kitchen & my beautiful curtains billowing in the breeze.

Our table with our new chairs.  We were definitely the most excited for these to arrive.  We got them on sale because they were a little damaged.  The legs are slightly uneven but nothing a little cardboard folded up under one leg won't fix!  We were waiting for these guys who carry chairs they've made on their backs & walk around neighborhoods selling them to come by.  Octavio said he saw them every day practically before I came but once we needed them they were no where to be found.  My dad said a sure fire way to find them would be to buy different chairs.  Sure enough, two days after these arrived the guys were back in our neighborhood toting their chairs for sale around!

Our "furnished" living room.  Octavio thinks it's funny I called it that since all it really is is a futon and a table.  Still. better than nothing!

I tried to get a better shot of my curtains :)

Part of our bedroom.

Desk area of the bedroom

Closet area of the bedroom.

And now you've seen it all!  Well except the bathroom but that's pretty standard.  So now that you've seen pictures it's probably about time to see it in person...aka come visit me :)