Class on the Beach

Sunset we saw on our way back from fishing.



The last day of class, our teacher took us to the beach to study there. We actually got a lot done. He was a very good teacher. Some of the others were not so good, according to others in the group:



One day, one teacher took his two students on the public bus to a nearby city, claiming that he had to run to the bank and do some other errands. He left them in the square while he ran off, after giving them a list of places he needed to go. They walked around the square and returned to the spot where the teacher had left them ten or fifteen minutes later. Their teacher was nowhere to be found. They waited for a really long time, then took a cab back to San Juan del Sur. Turns out, the teacher returned to the dropoff spot after only five or ten minutes, did not see his students right away, and jumped on the next bus back to San Juan del Sur because it was about to leave and he did not want to miss it! So, instead of teaching his students that day, he took them to an unfamiliar place and abandoned them!



Another shameless teacher said he was taking his students to the beach for class, but then picked up girls along the way instead and, according to one student, proceeded to sexually harrass them. Yikes.

Jane and I were really lucky with our teacher, Hector. He was intelligent, productive, simpatico, and mature.