I QUIT!

So I quit my job that was in the fancy part of town, that paid really bad ( I know, something doesn't add up). I didn't dislike the kids, but the material was boring and we were required to follow it. The head teacher was a little pesada (annoying) and even though I would try to speak to her in Spanish she would always talk to me in English (working at an English institute, go figure), but then she would ask me questions like "Do you understand?" when she would speak in spanish to someone else. Me dio bronca! 

I didn't realize how much I would miss those little boogers until the last day. They threw me a party, baked me brownies, they told me that whenever they see the show "LOST" they'll always think of me, and they made me recite "Que Lástima....What a pity" because they loved when I translated it for them one day.