Those were the words that some 12th grade students sang to me on Wednesday afternoon as we were ironically waiting for a meeting to start about the level of disrespect and their behavior, especially in English classes. It is too vulgar for me to write on here, but for those that are curious you can look it up on http://www.urbandictionary.com/
They assumed I wouldn't understand it, but as my eyes grew wide and I called over the English teacher they learned otherwise. As I pointed out the group of students to the English teacher, they pointed and laughed at me. At that point, I went over to them and told them "Tal vez piensan que es un chiste pero mi madre murió hace 3 años. Gracias por recordarme." (Maybe you think that's funny, but my mom died 3 years ago. Thanks for reminding me) I then gathered my things and left school.
Needless to say, I was upset about the situation, and it just brought back the memories of losing my mom and how much I miss her from time to time. I spoke with the program directors on the US and Chilean side, and they told me they would do whatever they could to help. I got a call from Claudia a bit later on, and at that point at least one student was supposed to be expelled. I won't write an entire play by play from that point forward, but long story short the kid is still at the school, the teachers reaffirmed their support for me, and I feel like the adminstration finally realizes that they have to discipline the kids for things like fighting (defined as punching and kicking each other and not listening to me telling them to sit down in opposite sides of the room 4 times while I stand between them) when I send them out of class.
The following morning I was still trying to sort through it all while being at school and needed some comfort food. I began craving the chicken nuggets and fries from the Lider across the street, so I went there. It turns out their fryer wasn't working, so I walked to the McDonald's about 15 minutes away. They were only serving lunch, so I went to the Jumbo at the end of the block. There were no chicken nuggets, so my comfort food ended up being milk and chocolate cake at 9:30 in the morning.
When I was back at school a teacher told me that one of the classes asked if I could come to their class at 1:00, and I told her I would. It turns out that they knew something had happened (but they didn't know exactly what) and they threw me a spontaneous surprise party. There were balloons, chocolate, candy, and a neon orange sign saying "Don't give up!"