It's hard to be me

As I write this, I'm chilling in the hammock, listening to the other volunteers talk about their day. It was a lazy weekend for most of us. There was a lot of beach time, since the beach is only a 5 minute walk from our apartment. Friday night we went out to the bars and we danced for a little while. Then today we watched the World Cup Final. We had hamburgers and French fries and it was glorious. We eat a lot of rice and beans here, obviously, and although it's good, it gets old fast. So needless to say we were excited for some other types of food. Everyone here has been sick with a virus, so we were all exhausted by the end of today. My three roomates each got sick, so I was just waiting to get sick. So far, so good. Five other volunteers were sick as well, so it was an interesting week. Tomorrow, the kids at Nelson Mandela, our pilot project, start school. We aren't sure what our role will be there now, but we think we might be going into the classrooms or staying in the library and helping kids with their homework.
Let's talk about the kids from Nelson Mandela now. Nelson Mandela is an impoverished neighborhood, as mentioned before. The kids are a mix between obedient and shy, to wild and aggressive. We have noticed that they have a difficult time processing the word "no," sharing books and puzzles, and getting along on the playground. There is also a younger girl about the age of 10 who has an extremely difficult time sharing our attention. She gets truly furious if we don't spend every minute with her, but as there is between 40-60 kids for six volunteers, it's completely unfair to focus on one child. The kids are also fascinated with tattoos and piercings, and since I have both, they always come up and touch them or ask me about them. Then they tell me why they like tattoos or why they hate them. Culturally, I don't believe it's a big deal, but it's not super common down here. It's interesting though because the kids always tell me what kind of tattoos they want, so it must be a generation thing, which isn't that much different from the United States.
This week will be interesting as I will be teaching a sex education class. I'm supposed to be meeting with a psychologist and sociologist to discuss how I should teach this class, but I am nervous since I this will be my first time giving a presentation about sex and HIV/AIDs in Spanish. I know it will all work out, but it's hard enough teaching sex ed to teenagers who speak English. I will be interested to see what I am allowed to talk about. The lady who is coordinating the class seems thrilled I volunteered to teach it, so I think I will have lot of leeway about how I teach it.
Next weekend, two of my roomates and I are planning on catching a bus and going to Santa Marta and Tayrona. The national park is there, so we will do some hiking and outdoorsy activities. The beaches look beautiful there, so I imagine we will be spending some time ther