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 →
I used to laugh at people who had five year, ten year, more-than-that year plans. "I don't remember what I thought I was going to do this time today, why would I have a plan for the next few years?"... Continue Reading →
I have an app that feeds into a quirky obsession of mine - knowing exactly how many days it has been since my definition of major life events have occurred and how many days until the next one. This makes... Continue Reading →
So at work the other day, someone asked if they could use the space in my class to dry some things they were painting. "Of course," I said. I came back to find my floor covered with these, no explanation.... 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 →
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 →
Teaching English is funny. You do a lesson on something, say occupations. Then you start talking about uniforms and farmers in overalls and realize your students don't know much about clothing. Which is not much of a surprise, since we... Continue Reading →
Because I'm what we call a "specials" teacher, as in I pull students out of their regular class to make them double-fist English vocabulary and grammar, I don't have a core group of kids that I get to know really... Continue Reading →
"But why are apples so boring and cupcake so delicious? This is first thing I asking Jesus when I go to Heaven." -- what I would classify as a legitimate question from one of my students last week, when I tried... Continue Reading →
I had my flatulent little princess first thing this morning. She was sitting in my lap and we were playing sentence-building games when she ripped a glorious one that vibrated my legs. I'm serious. My thighs jiggled.
People often ask me what has changed since I've moved to Brazil. There are things that I notice, things maybe others notice more than me. I'm not sure. But here are some basics: My most intense conversations are with bugs. For example:... Continue Reading →
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