Here's a quick *share* from me to you. I have attached a picture of the beautiful Valentine I got this year- from my boyfriend's parents. The only one. (Other than from my students.) Isn't life funny.
~oops! forgot to smile~
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
1 Year... And Counting
It's been 1 year ago today since my boyfriend's and my first date. However, we do not consider this our anniversary. I guess it took us a few days to decide we liked each other enough to continue this.
I've never made it this long before- a year that is. Usually I get scared or bored with the boys I'm with. Maybe it helps this time that for the majority of the relationship we've lived at least 6 hours apart. Makes each time we see each other seem like a real novelty, and emotions are somewhat exaggerated. So can I say I have a realistic view and understanding of "us"?
~how'd we do it?~
I've never made it this long before- a year that is. Usually I get scared or bored with the boys I'm with. Maybe it helps this time that for the majority of the relationship we've lived at least 6 hours apart. Makes each time we see each other seem like a real novelty, and emotions are somewhat exaggerated. So can I say I have a realistic view and understanding of "us"?
~how'd we do it?~
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Small Fits of Laughter 2
For many of the children in my class, English is their second language. Though they have no accent to reveal this, it can be seen at times in certain words or phrases they use, or try to use.
One boy in particular tends to be a reoccurring star in this.
Once again this arose at prayer time. Over the past few weeks we'd been praying for the victims of various plane, train, and helicopter crashes the kids had heard about. One of my little grade ones -I'll call him Arnie- raised his hand suggesting we pray for the "vrixdoms of the crashes."
It took a moment to realize he was trying to say 'victims'. He had no idea that he was saying it wrong, he was just trying to imitate what he heard the other children say. In his mind, he was saying it the exact same way.
On Friday, Arnie successfully got me, along with my 2 TAs bulled over laughing. It was one of my TAs last day on Friday because she is going to Africa on a 2 month mission trip. As a class we had made her a class book, each writing something we will remember about her. When I was presenting the book to her, I asked the kids where it was that she was going. Many kids raised their hands: I called on Arnie. He announced loudly to the class, "she is passing away."
Well we couldn't hide our laughter this time.
Before I had a chance to correct Arnie, one of the kids yelled out to Arnie, "that means she's going to die!"
At least he's a good sport about it, and his mistakes don't cause him embarrassment which lead to shyness or an unwillingness to share with the class.
It is his innocence that brings joy, not his desire to be comical, that's the most refreshing part.
~tell me a story~
One boy in particular tends to be a reoccurring star in this.
Once again this arose at prayer time. Over the past few weeks we'd been praying for the victims of various plane, train, and helicopter crashes the kids had heard about. One of my little grade ones -I'll call him Arnie- raised his hand suggesting we pray for the "vrixdoms of the crashes."
It took a moment to realize he was trying to say 'victims'. He had no idea that he was saying it wrong, he was just trying to imitate what he heard the other children say. In his mind, he was saying it the exact same way.
On Friday, Arnie successfully got me, along with my 2 TAs bulled over laughing. It was one of my TAs last day on Friday because she is going to Africa on a 2 month mission trip. As a class we had made her a class book, each writing something we will remember about her. When I was presenting the book to her, I asked the kids where it was that she was going. Many kids raised their hands: I called on Arnie. He announced loudly to the class, "she is passing away."
Well we couldn't hide our laughter this time.
Before I had a chance to correct Arnie, one of the kids yelled out to Arnie, "that means she's going to die!"
At least he's a good sport about it, and his mistakes don't cause him embarrassment which lead to shyness or an unwillingness to share with the class.
It is his innocence that brings joy, not his desire to be comical, that's the most refreshing part.
~tell me a story~
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Small Fits of Laughter 1
Despite all the frustration and annoyance, my students make me laugh.
Illustration for the day
We begin every day with a devotion. After reading a short story with a lesson, and verses that correspond, I take prayer requests from the students. The father of 2 boys in my class (brothers obviously) had a surgery before Christmas. This has landed him a semi-permanent spot on our prayer list. Last week when the older brother requested we pray for him, I asked how he was doing. He responded, solemnly, "he's about 89% better." Firstly, I know that these kids have very little, if any understanding of percentages. Secondly, even if he did understand percentages- 89?
A few days ago, at our daily prayer time, this boy once again requested special prayers for his dad. Upon inquiry once again on his condition, he informed us that he is now "99% better!"
One of the girls was amazed, "he was 89% last week, and this week is 99%, wow!"
It reminds me of the innocence of children and how they see the world in such positive light. This way the little things can be appreciated so much more.
~a simple sort of way~
Illustration for the day
We begin every day with a devotion. After reading a short story with a lesson, and verses that correspond, I take prayer requests from the students. The father of 2 boys in my class (brothers obviously) had a surgery before Christmas. This has landed him a semi-permanent spot on our prayer list. Last week when the older brother requested we pray for him, I asked how he was doing. He responded, solemnly, "he's about 89% better." Firstly, I know that these kids have very little, if any understanding of percentages. Secondly, even if he did understand percentages- 89?
A few days ago, at our daily prayer time, this boy once again requested special prayers for his dad. Upon inquiry once again on his condition, he informed us that he is now "99% better!"
One of the girls was amazed, "he was 89% last week, and this week is 99%, wow!"
It reminds me of the innocence of children and how they see the world in such positive light. This way the little things can be appreciated so much more.
~a simple sort of way~
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Time is Running Out
Life on a pendulum- swinging back and forth, back and forth- without an anchor (or a power switch) has its faults. Not only does dizziness ensue, but stability is none existent. Ultimately, it's a mental state more than anything else. A free falling mind-set easily swayed by winds from all directions. Even when level, my course is blurry, and body spinning, resulting in a feeble attempt at success. A path to be reached through accidents and weak excuses.
It is not what you can do to help me, but what I must do to save me.
But what is it must I do?
~Tic tock on the clock~
It is not what you can do to help me, but what I must do to save me.
But what is it must I do?
~Tic tock on the clock~
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