You didn´t think I was going to leave that last post at that did you? Really? How long have you been reading my Blogs? Oh, nooooo, now it´s ‘balance the books’ time.
So I am with Luis in front of a rather large gathering of prospective students that we have just served a couple of glasses of wine. We used to have “Free Sample Classes con Piqueo” to attract potential students … but when one class brought in a guy with a gun in his boot who was considering classes so that he could “get” the Surenos (Latino Gang) that had killed his son in a gang related dispute and we had a hard time getting him out of our house cause he was crying so hard, and another guy straight from Moldova (honest to goodness, this is a country, check your map of the Soviet Union) looking like the folks wardrobed for Shindlers List who when he moved through our house changed everything from color to black and white and who stopped half way down our spiral staircase and broke out in Italian Opera, and about 15 other groups who came with their friends for an afternoon of free food and wine sort of like the way people go to those posh weekends for the cost of listening to the Time Share pitch but have absolutely NO intention of taking classes…..we quite having them…..the Free Sample Classes with Piqueo I mean.
So anyway, we have the formal Sample class behind us, we are into the Piqueo (Peruvian term for appetisers or small bites) and are on our second bottle of wine. Things are getting more relaxed and we can tell these people feel comfortable, maybe even like us. We are just chatting informally and then one of them asks Luis to sum up in a nut shell, his teaching philosophy. He looks up, thinks. Looks to the side, thinks some more. Looks down and I am getting irritated…..okay, ‘we get that you are reflecting…..what already? Give us the d… philosophy in a whatever kinda shell!’
The moment finally seems right and he says; “I Like to couch my students just like my parents couched me.”
If it’s possible to feel such a thing …. I felt my face go white. There is this distinct sensation of a color drain beginning with the follicles of my crown and continuing in even levels down to my freshly painted toe nails.
Well, you can imagine, the half drunk potential students looked to ME for clarification and reassurance and the truth is, I was not in a position to give it to them. I was as stunned as they were.
When Luis gets talking, it takes a while for him to take a breath and so he was paddling on while we were all battling the images that were invading our alcohol tenderized brains …. until one of our guests, who had caught enough of his exhaustive explanation to be able to deduce what he had meant to say….. if I remember right, she was a Minneapolis Police Officer.
“Oh, you mean COACH your students, you COACH them.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said, couch.”
Well, needless to say, we didn’t get any new students that time either. Aquí estamos, Joan