This morning I woke up well before I had to and spent most of the time on the couch watching Kathy Griffin on the television before I had to go to Burlington. While there I walked around Church Street, entering stores and fondling shoes I can’t afford to buy, and then spent money on fashionable things to bring back to Brazil. I know if I buy clothes in the US, I can wear them either here or there in Brazil. However, if I buy clothes in Brazil, the only place I can be seen in them without strange looks is Brazil. Therefore, I am stocking up now for clothes for next year. It’s a good thing it’s summer here because before I know it, it’ll be summer there. It works out well for my closet, if not for my budget. Clothes are twice as expensive here, but they last seven times as long. It’s true: things made in Brazil, other than food, are not the best quality. That’s not to say they’re not good quality, but they’re not great. And I suppose I’d rather spend my money on clothes I know can last versus clothes I can get somewhere cheap that will fall apart. And they do, too. I can’t tell you how many shirts I’ve purchased–for not cheap, by the way–that after two or three washings have holes in them. Perhaps it’s the washing machines that tear my clothes apart, or maybe it’s just that they’re not put together well. Whatever the case, lots of my clothes have holes in them in Brazil, and I think it’s just not proper for a teacher to be wearing holey clothes.
I also made an agreement with myself to get cable television when I go back to Brazil. I think it’ll be a nice mindless activity when I’m at home, versus just watching DVDs. I have maybe five or six DVDs that I can watch over and over and over and over and over again, and while they’re very good movies, I think I need a little more stimulus. (Can you believe I just said television is a stimulus?) So I’m going to plop down the money for cable and will be able to watch more than Brazilian pizza tossing to techno music and commercials. I’ll get some American programs in there, too. I think I’m okay with that. Last year was just too friggin boring in my house with just me and five movies. (I almost typed me and five monkeys. I would have been lucky to have five monkeys in my house; would have been a nice distraction and kept me from talking less to my reflection in the mirror.) So, that’s that. I’m getting mentally ready to return to the land of Samba and caipirinhas, and actually I’m getting excited to see my students again. They won’t be MY students, ’cause they’ll be in eighth grade, but it’ll be good to see them.
You know what? Scratch that. They are TOTALLY my students. I can’t wait to see them.