Last Thursday night, while conversing with my host mom and neighbor in the comfort of our little home, we were interrupted by a loud noise. There was a snare drum and there was shouting. My host mom went outside to investigate, and found her curso (she is a profesora jefe...like a home-room teacher or class sponsor) calling her name in excitement. They had just won the fútbol championship at the liceo (basically an equivalent to intramural soccer) and they decided that they needed nothing more than to run to our house to share the news with their beloved profe.
It was a moment filled with sheer joy and pride by all involved. Certainly the neighbors were irritated by all the commotion in the street at 9:30PM on a school night, but it did not matter. This class, containing significantly more males than females, may not be considered a particularly intellectual bunch, but they are fanatics of fútbol. Love is an understatement. They are passionate about fútbol and this was their night.
I took a photo to commemorate the occasion. The next morning at school, my host mom shared the photo with her students. They immediately hung it on the wall with decorations declaring their victory. I would bet anything in the world that these kids will not forget this night. And neither will we.
4ºC campeones de fútbol 2013
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