“So” you may say. “Where do you get the money to do all of this stuff you say your doing? Do you have a trust fund you’re not telling us about?” Well, to tell you the truth, I finally buckled down and found myself a job teaching at a real language school that doesn’t seem to mind that I don’t have the proper papers. But if anyone asks, I’ve never heard of them. Not a bad set up. I get paid in cash and they don’t take out taxes. Right now I’m teaching four different classes.

1) Las niñas – seven little 7-year-old girls who are so cute but such a pain in the ass when they want to be. Very short attention spans so I have to stray from the book a lot and play games or sing songs.

2) Los jóvenes – twelve 11-year-olds who really make an effort, but are spoiled by a couple rotten apples. One word: Ignasi. I believe he’s in the running for the 6th grade antichrist this year. I’d vote for him. I’ve had to send him out of the class twice already and I have a meeting with his mother this week. That should be fun and productive. She only speaks Catalan. Not Castilian. Actually, I really like this class.

3) Los ‘adultos’ – four 18-year-olds who aren’t picking up English very easily. They’re only second year students, like many of my other classes, but because they’re older the books are geared to a higher level that they don’t seem ready for. I have to come up with worksheets to catch them up to where they should be.

4) Rafael – no, not the town fool from Arroz. This Rafael is a 40-year-old businessman who actually speaks English fairly well, but wants to increase his confidence because he has to give presentations to his German bosses in English. I’d say he is Upper-Intermediate and definitely conversational. He’s a really nice guy who needs some verb-tense help and more vocabulary.

So that’s my job. I only work Tues-Fri from 5:30-8 and I’m making more than twice my rent. Pretty sweet.