|Myself, Bertha, and Gabriel aka the bodyguard|
The next day, I told Gabriel about what happened and that we had to find a way to limit the number of students and keep shady characters out. The next night, he offered to be at the school's gate with a list of accepted students. He also had the help of two school security guards. As I was teaching, motivated housewives, college students, and professionals from the neighborhood, Gabriel and the security guards were dealing with an angry mob shouting they wanted English class from the Gringa! Fortunately, Gabriel doesn't look like a regular pencil neck teacher and he had two armed men next to him. By the time my class was done, the frustrated crowd had gone home.
Now, things have calmed down. Last night, I had a great class with 15 members of the community asking each other what do you do and where do you live? I love to hear them speak English. Most of them had English classes in school but, have never spoken it. They learned some grammar and vocabulary as if it were Latin. It is good to know that English is not a dead language anymore, at least in Barrio Nuevo Bosque de Cartagena, Colombia.