shark onesie cold It’s cold here in the high mountains of Guatemala. Cold in a wet, everyone around you has a hacking cough kind of way. There are no heaters, so the smell of wood burning is ever-present either for... Continue Reading →
There are few feelings that compare to making it to the end of the school year. There's something magic about the moment when you’ve tracked down all the obscure admin people you need to sign off on a long list... Continue Reading →
A few years ago I started marking each actual year of my life, answering these same set of questions each birthday to help me measure moments. Here are the last 365.25 days: not pictured: the massive cockroach that kept trying... Continue Reading →
we wrote like this. Warning: this story and video are a bit graphic. You need to understand and accept that women poop, even hot, funny ones like me. If you can confidently say “yes” to that statement, congrats! You may... Continue Reading →
this guy has seen it all. I’ve been teaching for fifteen years, all ages and subjects, in four different countries, and at a certain point, you kinda think you’ve seen it all. You think you’re prepared for any emergency or... Continue Reading →
surviving the first day of teaching in 2025! only cried once! I (40SWF) on a Friday night, finished a paper for my Masters program, dusted, was accosted by my creepy landlord’s husband (they live downstairs and he creeps on me... Continue Reading →
For now, I just have to get through two days of wrangling the sugared-up and feral creatures formally known as my students into a three minute choreographed line dance to “You’re a Mean One, Mr Grinch,” (it’s adorably awful) . . .
blackouts, side quests, to know someone, and making a life in a new country. just the little things.
The author reflects on the transformative experience of moving to Guatemala, shedding past roles and expectations. Embracing solitude and self-discovery, they express joy in forming new, authentic relationships while adjusting to their teaching position. This journey serves as a liberating reset, fostering confidence and personal growth amidst challenges and new adventures.
As an educator, I will be a hollow shell of myself every year from August to October as I adjust to a new group of kids. For fun, now when I collapse onto the couch every day, I also get to wonder, “Ooohhhh . . . is it dengue?”
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