You might have notice a flurry of photos frolicking afross my facebook dash last feek. It was "Week Without Walls" at my school, where someone who probably has never had to chaperone a field trip decided that Kinder-2nd graders should totally go on field trips for four consecutive days and then top it off with a sleepover at school.
Something really important happened to me last week. I found a Brazilian snack that isn’t at all like Cheetos but it is fulfilling a deep need within me to crunch something poofy and leave a slightly chalky taste in my... Continue Reading →
Last week was my birthday, so I am older and wiser and can dispense much wisdom. Here's a tip: get in shape when you're young, kids. It's so much harder when you're older. I'm trying to do this workout/eat-right plan... Continue Reading →
time for another round of "the last year of your life." For a good time, check out last year's thoughts on turning thirty and the year of 29. Seeing growth in yourself is important. And makes you laugh. I highly... Continue Reading →
Ah, Spring Break. An absolutely necessary week off for teachers so we don't dropkick students off our buildings. YES YOU NEED A PENCIL. It's funny how different Spring Break is now that I'm a 30 year old teacher. When I... Continue Reading →
I'm really cuddly. I'm built like a cuddly person. I'm like Olaf - I like warm hugs. And the nice thing about teaching is that around kids, your hug bucket can always be full. Even if you have to demand... Continue Reading →
After six months of classes, we have graduated from beginner Portuguese to intermediate Portuguese! Yay! I can't believe it. In order to pass into the next class, we each had to deliver presentations with Powerpoints for at least five minutes,... Continue Reading →
....is the title of another blog, set in the future, about an event that has not happened. Because it certainly does not describe what happened to me on Sunday.
I just looked down my shirt and realized I had forgotten about the papertowel I had stuffed in my sports bra to soak up the sweat a few hours ago. It's hot in Brazil. Sometimes when I get undressed at night, these paper towels just fall out, and I realize I'm turning into my grandmothers far sooner than I expected, tucking kleenex and toilet paper away in clothing/skin pockets.
We live in a changing world - my first big trip through Europe I was scrambling for Euros whenever I spotted an internet cafe to quickly write error-laden emails home (due to whatever language keyboard quirks I was dealing with)... Continue Reading →
In some ways, it doesn’t feel anything like Christmas. It’s certainly not cold. I'm sitting on an ice pack, drinking a sweating margarita, directly in front of a fan on a setting so high my eyelids feel like they're peeling off my skull. I haven’t seen or smelled a single Christmasy smell (I’d settle for a tiny pine tree swinging from a rear view mirror).
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