Even though I’ve only been in Costa Rica for a little while, I’ve already figured out a big secret: the buses are never on time. In fact, there is a very simple mathematical equation to figuring out when your mode of transportation will actually arrive. Take the time that you are told that your bus will arrive (i.e., 6:30 AM) then add 20 , divide by 2 and subtract 15 before adding 50 minutes and that is when your bus will show up. Without fail.
As you have probably already guessed, our bus back to San Jose was late and I sat there counting the extra minutes of sleep that I could have had. While researching Costa Rica before my arrival, I read a lot about how buses are like a petri dish for burgulars and thieves and you should keep a close eye on all of your belongings. It seemed as if all the people on the bus had read that same article because it was full of tourists, clutching their bags and eyeballing each other.
The next day, I had to go to the Amistad Institute to figure out what school I would be teaching at now that winter break was over for the kids. Alex Cubillo, the head coordinator of the volunteering solutions program in Costa Rica, took me to a private school in Barva, one town over. It seems that there is truly no way to avoid the bus now.
I got to meet Sandy, the teacher I will be working with as well as the principle of the school. My first time being able to call a teacher by their first name only made me realize how old I’m getting. We got a tour of the school and I learned that the my classes age group will mainly be between the ages of 8-10.
I returned home and was flooded by the same feelings of anticipation and nerves that usually consume you before the first day of school. I bought some notebooks, stickers, pens, markers and glue sticks to take to the school with me since their set of school supplies is limited and pondered over what it will be like to be the “new kid” at school.
Who will I sit with at lunch?????