Cell Phones.

My cell phone stopped working about a week and a half ago. On one hand, I like having a cell phone. It keeps me more in the loop. On the other hand, sometimes I feel a little too easily accessible. I mean what if I want to take a nap? People can be so offended when you turn of your phone, as though it is a personal insult- like you just don't care if they call you or not. Really, all you want is some nice midday uninterrupted sleep. Also, I was receiving mutiple text messages each day from Movistar (the cell phone co.) about specials and deals. I once recieved 7 messages from Movistar in one day. I started feeling like the only reason I had a cell phone was to get crap messages from that crap company. v v obnoxious. If I get a cell phone again, I will def not be using Movistar. The desperation is really unattractive.

3 teachers have already left the school. Strange that I haven't yet been at the school 2 years, and I am the teacher who has been here 4th longest (and the others are married to Mexicans). That being said, I think my time here is about up. I mean really, the cell phone I bought when I first moved here just wore out. It's almost 2 years old. Time to moooove on.

***Note:From the photo, it may actually appear that the phone did not just "wear out" as aforementioned. It looks as though it may have been damaged. The reason being that when I realized it was dead and not to be brought back to life...I took the opportunity to throw the phone against the cement wall of my bedroom. Not out of anger, just felt like doing it. Therapy.