when the shit hits the fan...

today i can actually call myself an adult. i finally did something that has made me worthy of that title. i had a problematic situation, and instead of handling it like i always do by dealing with it, complaining to everyone i know and then eventually running away, i confronted it head on. 

so as stated in my previous post the colombo put 7 different course levels and 8 classes on me this cycle, 5 of them with teenagers. yesterday the director of the childrens program told me that they were going to give me yet ANOTHER course on saturdays, and thats when i broke. i said flat out "there is no way i can handle that", went onto my next class, kept it all together until i got home and just broke into a fit of tears. during that fit of tears i wrote a letter explaining to the academic director and the directors of the 2 programs exactly what the problem was, that i felt completely taken advantage of and would in no way be able to handle 5 childrens classes like this until june, and that we needed to sit down and work out a solution together. 

then i went to sleep (i have the BEST sleeps after crying), got up at 530 to make it to my 7 oclock class, then during the break i went up to the academic directors office to give him the letter. i explained my situation, and he said that i am completely right and that they are going to take away 2 of my childrens program classes. he then went onto explain that the reason they gave me all these courses and oh so many hours was because they were nervous that if they didnt give me enough hours that i would have taken a job at another institution. he went on to tell me that after our interview in november they liked me so much and they knew that i had potential offers at other language institutions in medellin so that is why they were nervous about losing me. he could have just been blowing smoke, but it seemed genuine enough and made me feel better about myself.

though after the meeting my day got worse and i wound up crying in the teacher's lounge bathroom, i am still really proud of how i handled the situation and am glad that it seems to be working out in my favor. 

aaaaaaaand thats the story of the day sydney became an adult. never thought that day would include me crying twice, but so the (gluten free) cookie crumbles...