Minha Vida no Brasil

Sala 24

I think I’ve mentioned in other posts, but just to reiterate, I’m in segundo ano, which means that I’m with 16 year olds (mais ou menos). Ok, grool. I’ve never really had an issue with being in a class with younger people, the immaturity is amusing—sometimes. The only time I’ve really made a point to stand out with my age was when I was asked out by various boys in my class. My response: You have to be able to grow a beard for me to go out with you. Boys: What!? I totally can grow one! Look here!! (Points to chin and shows 4 sprouting hairs). Me: No, 4 cabelinhos (smallhairs/peach fuzz) don’t count, sorry… I decided this was the best way to keep me at a distance lol.

In class, very often I find the fazendo besteira (goofing/doing nonsense) amusing, I mean they’re teenage boys, that’s enough of an LOL. Also, let me preface this post by saying that I do love my class. I have a lot of good girl/boy friends that are patient with me when I don’t know a word/phrase etc. A few weeks ago when I had my first “biddie problem” the boys in my class were sure to give me hugs and kisses and make me feel a lot better. But, today, I left school so irritated with the way that my class was acting. 

I don’t know why today was so irritating for me, but I wanted to just yell at someone and have them understand me (aka use slang/curses/phrases that I don’t know in Portuguese to convey my anger). Let’s start with the Mostra Cientifica. 

I’m not 100% sure of what the Mostra is, but essentially every class from every grade from up until Senior year, presents a project that has been the focus of the class for the past year. My class’s project is about Organ Transplants/Donations. We’re presenting the Mostra on Friday so, NS, everyone is pretty stressed out about it. k, groolsef, tudo bem.

Every day for the past week or so, the leaders from my class have spoken in front of the class to relate something about the Mostra. Whether it is to learn your lines, clothing, make-up, qualquer coisa. Along with standing in front of the class, for the past week, the leaders have had to deal with constant disrespect from my class i.e. talking while they’re talking, making jokes, other activities that 16 year old boys do. Ok, grool.

Today, the ruckus started when the leaders stood in front and said that two people (who had not know their lines the day before) were going to be either taken out of the project or substituted for someone else, chaos ensued. Side note: Ok, if you don’t know your lines and it’s Tuesday, project on Friday, why do you think that you’re entitled to present? Like, really? It’s not a shocker. flippin’ r00ks. Okay, so of course the leaders start talking and the chatter fills the room. Like idk what my jawn is today, but I started to get so annoyed! I started chingar in English and said to the person next to me, “Não entendo por que vocês não podem parar de falar!!” (I don’t know why you can’t stop talking!) “Então, fala Kels!” Fine. You challenge me, heck yeah I’m gonna show you who’s the bo$$man. 

I stand up and begin to walk to the front of the class. The boys that I was sitting with were nice enough (idk if it’s being nice? more just like dayyyyyyummm sonn, she’s really gonna say something) to alert the class that I wanted to say something. I get up to the front, turn around to face every one and start my rant (yes, all in Portuguese). 

“I don’t understand all of what’s going on right now, but it’s so frustrating sitting in here and having all of you give such little respect to the leaders of the class. I don’t understand why it’s so difficult for all of you to stop talking for 5 minutes! Someone has to comment after every little thing that is said and it’s so irritating! Why is it so difficult to be quiet for 2 seconds. So, please, everyone, calen a boca!!” 

To which my class responded by applauding me as I walked back to my seat. LOL! I took a small bow and said my obrigadas. Although I didn’t like having to get up in front of my class to say “shut up”, I think that they realized how frustrating they were being—even to the foreigner. 

After coming home, taking a deep breath, and realizing that this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, I now look back on it and laugh. I know that even through the talking over one another and banter of high schoolers, our project will come out really well. I’ll write about it sometime over the weekend. 

tá, beijão gente!

xoxo, 

kf