Wild Olive Shoot

Talking Small

2009-04-05T13:04:00.000-07:00

I’ve had this lifelong dilemma. Picture yourself amongst a group of people you’ve never met. You’re sitting in a circle, or meeting someone for the first time. Everyone’s trying to make small talk, but no one is particularly good at it. Someone asks where you’re from, what you do, and then a certain amount of dread washes over you. You know what’ s next. You can feel it. It is the question that only 10% of the population knows how to answer. Time freezes and you hear the words spoken in slow motion like the scene in “A Christmas Story” where Ralphie says the f-word.

“What’s your hobby?”

At that moment, I would rather be bitten by a rattler than answer. At least then I would have something interesting to talk about. “Um…I don’t know. I guess I work a lot.” All hope of being labeled “Cool” is gone. “Lame” is most likely how someone would describe me upon hearing my response. My insides curl up and instead of throwing the question back at them, I retreat, “Um…I’m gonna check out the food table.”

I’m sharing this with you to let you know that I’ve entered a new era. Yes, friends, be encouraged! I have an answer to the most loathed question in the history of small talk. Are you ready?

“As a matter of fact, I like to garden.”

Big sigh of relief! Now, before you label me “Grandma” just relish in the fact that I’ve joined the elite 10%. It may not be the hippest hobby; maybe it’s nothing to write home about. But it’s a better answer than the first 25 years. Hooray.

This is how Allie feels about it.

Jessica Schmale Photography

2009-02-24T17:18:00.001-08:00

I think these pictures pretty much speak for themselves. Jess, my roommate, is a talented photographer and was gracious enough to take pictures of Allie and I. This was a Christmas present for my mom, and I was literally expecting tears to start streaming down her face. I thought for sure these gifts would be followed by, "This is by far the best gift I've ever received." Instead, these pics were met with hysteric laughter. It wasn't quite what I expected, but positive none-the-less! I hope you enjoy.

Check out Jess' blog: jessicaschmale.blogspot.com. Website coming soon!

Swiss Miss

2008-12-22T15:28:00.000-08:00

The purpose of this entry is to encourage you to read "The Last Lecture" by Randy Pausch. I know that it's popular but it's popular for a reason. I live to be inspired! It has done that.

If I was writing a book like "The Last Lecture" I would entitle it "The Last Mini-Lesson" because I'm a teacher and also because most important things I have to say last only a minute or two. I would then have a chapter entitled "Swiss Miss Packets" and it would go something like this:

Swiss Miss Packets

When I was in fourth grade, I was in Mrs. Lott's class. She took it upon herself starting in January to make warm water for us everyday of the winter so we could bring our own hot chocolate and enjoy that sweet drink while we worked. It is a warm memory in my mind. Fourth grade for my family was a difficult time and due to numerous circumstances I just couldn't get it together enough to bring the coveted Swiss Miss packets and mug to school.
One day I didn't have hot chocolate and my friend Courtney Blackwell felt sad for me. She didn't tell me she felt sad, but I could tell because every sip she took of her own hot chocolate was far from enjoyable. She would shift her eyes towards me and frown a little bit. It was like she felt guilty for drinking it. The next day, it was time for hot chocolate. I again didn't have any, but Courtney did. She had two packets of chocolate and two mugs. She gave one to me. Everyday that winter Courtney brought me Swiss Miss and a mug. She would take the mug home every night, wash it, and bring it back the next day (why didn't I offer to do that??).
I appreciated that act of generosity then, but now to think of a 9-year-old loving a friend enough to provide for her causes overwhelming emotions of gratitude. That gets me thinking. If I have any compassion in me, it's because I was shown compassion.

You too can dig up small, sweet stories from your childhood! Read this book and it's sure to do that among other encouraging things.

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Rental Car #573

2008-11-19T17:24:00.001-08:00

There are a few people and places that one would hate to be on a first name basis with: tow lots, parole officers, Time Warner Cable (that company is horrible), and Enterprise Rent a Car to name a few. It’s not that Enterprise isn’t a good company. I’ve only received fabulous service and flexibility. It’s that I hate I know them so well. I have the routine down to a fine art: fifty dollar down payment, bring a bill with your current address, driver’s license, two references. It’s sad, really.

To my great surprise, these were the words that rolled off the tongue of the Enterprise representative in Abilene, Michael… I think, “So, how about a PT Cruiser?” How could I pass up such a rare opportunity?? “Perfect,” I replied firmly. There was an understanding between the two of us that few would grasp. You see, I know that my Jetta counts as a “compact” in the car world. According to rental car companies I should only receive a rental car that is truly compact. But on that sunny day Michael was feeling generous. He gave me a standard. Everyone that has seen a PT Cruiser knows that it is hardly “standard”. It is essentially an SUV that rides two inches off the ground.

It boils down to this: Michael took pity on a poor girl from Austin that has trouble driving defensively. Thanks, you are too kind. Just for that, I’ll always choose Enterprise no matter what city a deer is lying dead in the road, or if a pizza guy runs into me while stopped at a stop sign, or if the person in front of me brakes during the car wash, or if the lady I am babysitting for backs into me, or if I run into a truck at Sonic, etc…

Enterprise was far from the only positive experience in Abilene. I was able to see sweet friends from college. Although most of us live so far away, they are the friends that when you see each other nothing has changed. It’s so nice to be known well and know others well. I miss them already.

Thoughts on the Economic Crisis: as told by a 25 year old, middle class, single, female

2008-10-13T20:11:00.000-07:00

Did my groceries really just cost $80? Looks like I'll be eating and driving this month...not much more.

Isn't the number on my investment statement (singular) supposed to be rising? Yikes.

Carpool? Brilliant.

Somehow, I went through 16 years of education with only a semester of economics. I don't remember much about the class. I remember my teacher was a creepy man who was about 80. It was rumored that he gave good grades to flirty girls. I intentionally wore trashy clothes and acted apathetic the day I had class. It was my way of protesting unfair and illegal treatment. The simplest concepts boggled my mind! Supply and Demand: when supply goes up demand goes down? When demand goes up, shouldn't supply, but then supply goes back down? Shouldn't they both be rising? Help.

Needless to say, I don't know much about the technicalities of economics and money. I do know a few things from life experiences. We have the ability to make smart choices with our money, and we should. But when it comes right down to it, we don't have much control. Yes, we can work hard. But isn't the ability to work a gift in and of itself? Even when we have "nothing" we will still be provided for.

When I graduated from college, I had like a billion dollars of loans taken out. When I found out (because I didn't exactly know what I was doing), it was like I had been hit by a train. To my great surprise, I wouldn't take the experience back. Why? Because I learned.

This is how I want to approach all seasons of personal and national economics: keep working, be thankful, and give up control.

What I know.

2008-10-01T18:57:00.001-07:00

I went to a writer's workshop last summer. I'm one of those people who loves teacher workshops. I'm pretty sure I cry every time, "(insert shaky voice) I'm so glad I'm a teacher. I get to love kids." Anyway...they said, "Write about what you know." That makes a lot of sense. I'm not going to write about quantum physics or something ridiculously out of my league.

Here's a few things I know to date:
-work=tired, but boredom is worse
-you will not be successful in life without help (i.e. moving into a classroom in 2 days)
-relationships are the best and hardest things around
-choose roommates wisely
-sweet tea isn't nearly as satisfying as Dr. Pepper
-if you have friends, swallow your pride and plan to meet them.
Example: All four years of college, I NEVER planned to meet friends for chapel. Everyday, I sat in a new spot around people I didn't know. If only Jen and I had planned a meeting place! I think it would have saved us much anxiety and multiple chapel probations that resulted in suspension from school (or worse).

There's more, I think. If I learn anything else, I'll write another post entitled, "What I know that I didn't".

This is the small project that just happens to have consumed (happily) the last month and a half of my life.

Before

After

All aboard the reading boat! I cannot take credit for this fun addition to my classroom this year. Annalee so graciously donated it. Don't you wish you were a kid again?

2008-08-08T13:16:00.000-07:00

I saw an old friend this past week. I'm not sure how we've stayed friends. Do you have friends like that? You know without a doubt this person is in your life for a specific purpose, but you don't know what that purpose is.

I met Nicki when I moved to Mexico and though we are very different (yet similar) she quickly became a friend that I will always have. Yes, she lives in Canada. I doubt I will see her many times in my life. It makes me wonder what really keeps a friendship intact. It's not close proximity, how much time is spent together, or even how often you speak. When I think about my friendship with Nicki, I know the Lord is at work. He works even when we don't. That's good news.

Old School Road Trip

2008-07-26T11:56:00.000-07:00

Rubey and I loaded the soft cooler with orange gatorade, gathered the paper maps, stocked up on 35mm film and headed to Colorado in the Jetta. We wanted an authentic road trip without GPS or most "modern conveniences" and that's exactly what we accomplished. Now most people might think that 30 hours in pea-sized car with only one other person might make for some uncomfortable or stressful situations. Thanks to our "car rules" we made it safe and sound, working out any frustrations along the way. Feel free to embrace these expectations on your next road trip:
1. Have fun
2. Be honest...always
3. Be o.k. with silence (this was important for me)
4. Enjoy the little things
5. Only eat one 100 calorie snack pack at a time...be healthy (that was Rubey's, not mine)

We traveled to CO to attend the Mile High Festival...so fun. As compared to ACL: There was more space and fewer stages. Two stages were under a tent (great idea). It was hot between the hours of 12-4, as opposed to 9-8 (ACL). The bands were more mainstream than ACL, but talented none-the-less. Dave Matthews, John Mayer, Rodrigo y Gabriella, Andrew Bird, Colbie Callait, Jason Mraz, Gavin Degraw, etc... We saw some amazing shows!

Come along as I take you on a photo tour.

Our first stop was in Abilene. We spent the night at the Luttrel's and enjoyed a sweet, breezy West Texas picnic.

Self explanatory.

Day O' Climbing. Don't be deceived. Despite Rubey's athletic ability, she is only 4 feet off the ground.

Some good ol' panhandle fun. I can tell you're jealous of our super artsy pictures.

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So long old friend.

2008-07-02T15:55:00.000-07:00

Inanimate objects should never be referred to as "friend!" That is precisely why I've decided to keep from drinking this beverage for the entirety of my 25th year. I'm sure everyone is thoroughly intrigued and wondering, "Why would she commit to such a task?"

Is it the caffeine? No way. I love caffeine. One time I gave up caffeine for a month. I didn't feel the absence of it improved my life in the least.
To lose weight? Nope. My love for Dr. Pepper exceeds my desire to be slightly more healthy.

The answer is simple. Dr. Pepper had become a comfort, much like a good friend.
Hard day at work? Dr. Pepper.
Feeling a little slow? Dr. Pepper.
Lots to be done? Dr. Pepper.

I began to think about this. It's ridiculous that a beverage would provide me with support. Where would this relying on liquids end? Soon I would be justifying vodka or tequila as a means of comfort. Next thing you know I'm a 60 year old alcoholic with crazy gray hair, divorced, and grandchildren I've never seen. Dramatic rational? Slightly.

Another way I celebrated turning the ripe age of 25 was with good company. I enjoyed myself thoroughly seeing people I love.

Lunch at Eastside Cafe. If you're an Austinite, I highly recommend this cute place.

Dinner at Z Tejas. Another fine dining experience.

P.S. Annalee gave up sugar for her birthday one year. Sugar! Can you imagine? She inspired this "give up something for a year" notion. Thanks Annalee!

This is for you Gene...

2008-06-19T20:19:00.000-07:00

And what a wonderful weekend it was. There are some couples that I watch and think, "O.k., I'm going to need to remember that." Jen and Hayden just happend to be one. They are on each other's side. They protect each other. They work for each other and not against each other. It's been encouraging to see that form over many years, conversations, perserverence and I think, laughter.

Jen attempting to sit in her dress. Not an easy task, I assure you. You could probably guess that by the look on her face. Ouch!

Allie, Mize, Cas, Rose at the bridal luncheon. Yea for friends who come from far away.

Watts' girls attending one of the special events.

You guys truly know how to throw a party. I'm going to go ahead and attribute that to Jen's latin roots. But seriously, it was fun.

escula nueva

2008-06-01T17:45:00.000-07:00

Next year I am leaving dear Ada Mae Faubion to help open a brand new school, Parkside. It's all very exciting. The leave is bittersweet. I'll miss the families and my funny kids at AMF, but the new school is going to be a great growth opportunity! We took a "hard hat" tour on Friday. Needless to say, I was disappointed when we didn't actually wear hard hats, but the tour was fun:

Front of school

Standing in my room. Notice the windows (my room now doesn't have them)

The "neighborhood". Each grade level is divided into a neighborhood where all the rooms open into one area.

My sweet friend, Rubey. We get to travel over to Parkside together.

The good news: I found another teacher who shares in my affinity for toilet papering. She's about 40 and teaches first grade.
Favorite part of teaching: being best friends with people my parent's age.

Warning: If you're not a teacher, you may not be interested in this. Stop reading immediately.

The school is basically designed to facilitate a more collaborative, hands-on way of learning. Each room has a sink, and each neighborhood has a science center that has materials, sinks, refrigerator, etc...The rooms all open into a central room that would allow teachers to discuss, teach together, and share kids during the day. There are even windows that open into the teacher's room next door, so you can help each other during the day. There is tons of natural lighting, the goal is to bring the outdooors indoors. All of the lockers/cubbies are in a separate room to give more wall space. I will share a bathroom with the teacher next door to cut down on transition time. Right now, the building is just a theory. It will be interesting to see how it all works out as we start the year.

"This is not a warning, get into your closet..."

2008-05-18T18:24:00.000-07:00

A few nights ago, we celebrate Allie's return to Austin by gathering as a family in the closet under the stairs.The weather man told us to do it. He said there was a tornado on it's way, to find shelter immediately.

We've never done that before, so to say that we took this seriously would be a lie. Allie and I could not contain our laughter.

This was enlightening on a few levels. First, we all were able to see our priorities pretty clearly. We each grabbed a few possessions:

Toni (mom): rushed to grab the pretty and comfortable pillows off her newly decorated bed.

Allie: cell phone, ipod, computer.

Greg (dad): scooped up Savy, our confused and frightened dog. (isn't dad so great?)

Erika: 3 books, journal, camera. Apparently, I thought I would partake in some pleasure reading during disaster cleanup.

We were in the closet literally two minutes when mom became claustrophobic, "I need some air fast or I will definitely have a panic attack." She sat the remainder of the evening sitting next to the opened closet door. She swore if she heard a tornado, she would close it really fast. We informed her that by the time she could hear it, it would be too late. Her and dad would be goners along with Savy. Allie and I would be left with cleaning up. She didn't care. "I've got this under control."

Really, mom? "Under control?"

Confession:

2008-05-03T21:59:00.000-07:00

I have written approximately 10 blogs I've never published. Two of them discuss solely my alarm clock (Trutech). Seriously, erika? That's weird. Does anyone else personify their alarm clock? It's like my roommate. We have discussions about allowing more snooze time. I wake up determined to ignore the screeching beep and win the battle of waking up for the day. I don't know, maybe I'll finish the blog someday. Or maybe not.

I'm obsessed with spreadsheets. Love them! Do you need a chart or budget sheet? I think making spreadsheets might be my spiritual gift. Too bad it wasn't prophecy or something cool like that.

Today, I went crazy in Barnes and Noble. I get an educator's discount of 20%. Awesome, right? I bought a few books two of which include "Emma" and "Little Women". Don't act like you haven't wanted to dive into a 400 page book about sisters.

I don't know where I'm goin', Hope I get there soon.

2008-03-31T19:43:00.000-07:00

I’m just going to throw this real thought I’ve been having into to blogging community, because most every time I throw this out people are right there with me. It makes me feel not as lonely (yes, it’s all about me).

I read all of these blogs about people’s lives changing and moving in very big ways: new kid, new marriage, new life. It’s like there’s this prerequisite for blogging that I missed, “you must have something interesting, almost to the point of captivating going on...or else.”

My life doesn’t include that at the moment. I’m changing, I’m moving, but not in the ways I would have ever predicted, and surely in ways I cannot describe via blog. In fact, some of the changing comes in the form of backtracking (I don’t want to go into it...it’s embarrassing).

I guess I just want to put this on the table: We choose our lives, and we don’t choose our lives. Maybe we choose our reactions but not the circumstances. We choose trust or we choose anger. I have to ask myself what I will choose everyday. And I have a choice to be grateful for the subtle, discrete, real changes or I can be the “grass is greener” girl.

I don’t want to be the “grass is greener” girl.

Pies for Guys

2008-03-22T16:30:00.000-07:00

My recently singled sister and I had a revelation this weekend. Allie makes pies for all her boyfriends. In fact, the reaction of the pie-giving pretty much determines the quality of boyfriend they will become.

Pecan Pie:
After slightly over cooking a pie, my sister meekly handed over the fruits of her labor to her significant other.
Reaction: He didn't touch it, didn't try it. Might as well have thrown it in the dumpster right in front of her face.
My reaction: Ate half of it. If it's not unedible, eat it. That's my philosophy.

Key Lime Pie:
Allie slaves over a key lime pie. After all, it is his favorite dessert. He arrives at the house. She appears, smile on face "I have a surprise for you." She flashes the pie in front of him.
Reaction: "Thank you so much." He's appreciative. He devours most of the pie.
My reaction: I like him, appreciate the appreciation. Now, this particular relationship didn't exactly work-out, but we still respect him.

Clearly, the pies are not working out for her. Next time try cookies? scones? candies? Surely some dessert will work out one of these days.

disclaimer: Allie read and approved this blog.

Signs of the Season

2008-03-14T17:26:00.000-07:00

I woke up “early” today, and sat on the concrete of my parent’s driveway with a coffee in hand. I sipped on the mug and took in what was around me. The sun was coming up, most everything in bloom. I couldn’t help but believe how positive our world is.

It reminded me of sitting on the porch with PaPaw. He loved coffee and above all he loved the porch. He never lived in a place without one. When we would sit together, I didn’t say much. Nothing I said could compete with his stories, which seemed to repeat themselves. Regardless of how many times he told (and retold) a memory, it would end in hysteric laughter. He always laughed harder at his own jokes than anyone else’s.

If it wasn’t a memory, it was the weather. If it wasn’t the weather, it was the birds, and if it wasn’t the birds it was his plants. And sometimes is was nothing, just the company of two very different generations.

My friend Cassie designed the new blog look. I told her she should design professionally. If I could be summed up in a blog design, this would be it. Thanks so much, Cas!

The new title is a little weird, I know. But it’s a phrase that has always spoke to me. It’s in the Bible, Romans 11. I’ve also always wanted to give a great band this name. So, if you’re thinking of starting a band and want to use “Wild Olive Shoot” then you better ask my permission or I will seriously sue you for all you’re worth. No lie.

Shredding the Nar

2008-03-12T18:04:00.000-07:00

For those of you who may not be up on the cool skiing lingo, the title can be translated into "skiing the mountain". This guy on a lift informed us of some interesting new phrases. Allie didn't think he was that cool, so she wasn't sure we should trust his suggestions. I, on the other hand, happily dove right into to using "shredding" all weekend.

Allie and I took a trip to Colorado last weekend just for fun. Evan, Annalee, and Adelaide were generous to let us stay with them at their family's cabin. I have never been around such genuinely nice people who had the best stories around. And it was really fun skiing all together! I want to live there.

I didn't have ski pants. Gratefully, Annalee had some of her dad's left over ski pants that I'm sure were made prior to 1980. In short, they were polyester, pleated, black ski pants that could easily double as waitress pants. Allie and I also realized mid-way through the trip they were identical to Dickies pants found at Wal Mart, worn by my gangsta cousins. Essesntially, I felt like I was dressing-up all weekend and I loved it. Thanks Dr. Luttrel!

Favorite part of the weekend: getting lost in Denver. JK JK, that was the worst part. The best part was being in the mountains, eating buffets of food after returning to the cabin, and being surrounded by people I like a lot.

I SUCK: the power of shock value

2007-12-22T10:19:00.000-08:00

And so the writing block continues. It's not that I haven't had things going on in my life, it's just that I haven't had things going on in my life. I take that back, the last month has been really eventful. Here's some pictures to give a glimpse of my life lived vicariously through my friends. I can do that, right?

Rosalyn's engaged! I love this picture. I think it captures all the excitement.

Cassie and Caleb. We are so excited he arrived safely and he's so cute, too.

Jen's engaged! We're doing prep work.

The girls on my dad's (dad's) side all got together in Tyler. This side of my family is special to me for many reasons, but mostly because of their legacy of faith. My Grammie is technically my step grandma, but has loved and raised my dad since he was five. My mom did not grow up a Christian, but became a believer after studying with Grammie. We have been through all extremes of life together well fed and hungry (literally), and they continue to pour out love.

Mom, sister, and I in snowy Tyler.

Allie and I about to ride a horse. I love Allie's face...hilarious.

I'm taking a few week break from blogging. That won't be a drastic change in my normal blogging habits. But hopefully I'll return with something interesting to share. The blog ideas from last post will have to wait. Until next time, I'll tell a semi-entertaining story from school:

School just became more interesting two weeks ago. I now have an autistic boy in my class. I really like working with special needs kids, but this child has just taken misbehavior to the next level. I often hear, "Try and make me!" "There are no good teachers in this school." "Kids get no respect around here."

I was helping another kids in class the other day when he tried to get my attention, "Miss Watts! Miss Watts!"
"You'll have to wait, I'm helping another student."
I hear huffing and puffing in the background. I walk over a few minutes later, "Did you need something?"
"Yeah, look at this." I look down onto his folder where I see "YOU SUCK" written in bold letters. awesome.

The words, "Hundred dollar boob job!" could be heard blaring from my room last Wednesday. He yelled it for about 30 minutes. It was so funny, I laughed.

Live and Let Live

2007-12-16T17:02:00.000-08:00

It's my new life motto. I'm still trying to decipher exactly what it means, but I like it! Let's break it apart, shall we.
"Live"
Well, I don't really know what that looks like. I used to think it meant living over seas and having some exotic experiences, starting and orphanage, living off locust and honey. Now I think it looks like loving people you're around and loving God. I once heard someone say, "Listen to the Holy Spirit. That will take you on an adventure."
"Let live"
That's the part I understand the least, but I think it means to let go of control. I hate to break it to myself, but I'm not actually in control of my life or anyone else's.
I think this is appropriate right now, because soon I will be entering into a time of transition. There's no telling how large it will be, but it's on it's way. I can feel it.

Good news on the holiday front: I'm enjoying this season. I am excited to give gifts and hopefully to receive them.

Here are future blog ideas. Which one would you like to read?
"The Problem with Dating"
"Idioms: what goes up, must come down"
"Abilene"

Fable Shmable

2007-11-14T21:07:00.001-08:00

In library last week our librarian, Mrs. Dilworth, explained the difference between a fairy tale and a fable. Fables are stories that are passed down that do not include magic. Fairy tales, on the very opposite hand, are stories passed down that do include magic. It's a technicality, really. Both of them ususally have strong messages to teach the audience.

There once was a boy who did not want to work. He was mad and threw all of the items out of his desk onto the ground. His young teacher calmly wrote a pass to the office as an appropriate consequence. The boy took one look at the pass and took off in full sprint around the halls of the school. The powerful and just principal went to confront this mad little boy, where he once again took off in full sprint around the halls of the school. The young teacher sensed his evil plot and right before his escape stuck out her hand before him. The boy immediately fell to the ground with crying, misery, and gnashing of teeth.

Moral: Don't run away from your problems. You can't escape! Accept your consequence and move on. Running away always brings unnecessary drama.

Disclaimer from last blog: In saying the trashcan pet peeve, I wasn't making a passive aggressive attempt to confront my roommate Rosalyn. Her Sonic drink cups have never once offended me when placing them in our trashcan. Now, let's say she drinks a Route 44, walks into my bathroom, and throws them in my minuscule waste basket. Then, we would have a problem.

Life Goals

2007-10-31T16:00:00.001-07:00

1. enjoy where I am
2. call and sing "I just called to say I love you" to someone and mean it
3. live in a house with a porch
4. pay cash for my next car
5. go to an Abilene High vs. Cooper game
6. live in a different country for at least a year

There are more, I'll just think of them later

Pet Peeves:
1. Loud cars
2. Explosive laughter
3. hair unattached to the body
4. when an entire trashcan is filled with a single item (i.e. a box, a Route 44 in a tiny trashcan)-and then you have to take out the trash when there really isn't any trash in it in the first place. That waste's my time. Just break-down the box, cup, etc...

I loved my job today. I loved my kids, they are adorable. I love how they get really excited about everything, like how their mom is picking them up and bringing the dog "Nitro" that is dressed-up like a pumpkin. They like to stick their hands in carved pumpkins. They love even when I get mad. I love that they are 7 and so incredible perseptive and they use words like "basically, actually, enjoy". I don't always come home and say "I love my job." But today I did, and so I wanted to share it.

War? Where?

2007-10-12T17:17:00.000-07:00

I met a man on a plane from Pakistan.

Saeed has kind eyes, mocha skin, perfectly straight and white teeth, hidden behind full lips. His eyes are sunken in and surrounded by dark circles. I could sense his love and respect for his family and daughters, the older one which was sitting by us. He kindly and gently introduced us, where this 11 year old confidently reach her hand across the stout structure of her father to shake my hand. After a series of small talk and redundant questions Saeed asked why I was in Chiang Mai. I plainly explained I worked with a church. “So, you are a religious person?” He asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“You practice religion?”
“Yes, I am a practicing Christian.”
“Do you say prayers?”
“Yes, I do. Are you religious?” adverting the attention off myself.
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you Muslim?”
“Yes, but not an extremist like most Americans picture Islam to be. You know, all religions are the same at the core.”
”Really? Maybe you can tell me more about Islam. I am interested in knowing more.”
He went on to describe similar teachings of Muhammad, Jesus, Ghandi, Buddha: love your neighbor, giving to charity, importance of family, respect...”
“Yes, Jesus did teach those things. But Christians believe that Jesus is God.”
I continued to go on for a few minutes about why I’m a Christian until I could sense he was uneasy.
“I don’t know much about religions, you know. But I would like for you to come to Pakistan and stay with my family.”
O.K., interesting response, especially amist a conversation that was clearly making him uncomfortable. “I can tell,” his words rolled off his tongue in an arabic-english accent, “that you are a kind person. There should be people like you running your government.” A vision of being elected president ran across my mind.

I was relieved when he went to tell me the history of Afghanistan, the neighboring country of Pakistan. “I don’t know if I should tell you this...” he began.

The following is a paraphrase of his teachings (the words in parenthesis are my own):

The Soviets were in power in Afghanistan and the U.S. was deathly afraid of communism. So afraid, that we engaged in many wars to drive them out while killing so many innocent people, and also training the “uneducated people” (as Saeed described) to fight. According to Saeed, part of the U.S. training was to present the “uneducated people” with an extreme view of a jihad, or Holy War. The U.S. told these people that this was the time to fight, and therefore encouraging the creation of extreme Islam. But when the Soviets withdrew, so did the U.S. leaving ammunition, but no one to point the guns at. So, where did Afghanistan point their guns? None other than themselves (And so the civil war began. Turning old friends and companions on one another). And within a few years destroying the beauty of what was once Afghanistan. And while the once powerful military figures were engaging a war with each other, another power was rallying. The Taleban began forming. They too had ammunition as well as an extreme view of Islam, but now no funding. A Saudi Arabian, named Osama bin Laden then came into play. He funded the uprise of the Taleban which took over city by city. According to Saeed, the Taleban had nothing to do with 9-11. bin Laden was entirely responsible for that situation. And when the U.S. demanded the Taleban hand him over, culture barriers proved alive when the Taleban refused out of respect for a friend. And the U.S., unable to comprehend this or else skeptical (understatement), used our “Arms of mass destruction” to bomb a (half-dead Afghanistan). And though the Taleban is no longer in power (though still prevalent), the U.S is involved in recreating foreign politics. And now, Saeed continued, the Taleban is fighting with Pakistan because of the ally status of our two countries.

I will never claim to fully believe Saeeds account. And although Saeed’s account may be biased, as all accounts must be, no one an argue with perception or fact.

It’s hard to face the realities of war and real life that include death and unrest. We are sheltered as Americans. We live with a yellow veil over our faces that allow us to see only the minor inconveniences of our comfortable lives. And I won’t pretend to be empathetic regardless of how sympathetic I may be. I’m not sure what the answer is. We all surely cannot pack-up our lives and nomadically live where war is just to remove the clouds over our eyes. I don’t know what my role is, what our role is. Maybe it is to visit Saeed’s family next summer. But until then, let’s say real prayers that call an end to war and protection of people. Jesus is always the answer, even in the most devastating, unending circumstances.

“Americans do not know,” Saeed humbly ended his speech, “because they are thousands of miles away. There is peace in your country. But we know, because we are there.”

I'm not lost, just undiscovered.

2007-09-09T22:48:00.000-07:00

Do you ever feel like your life is a really large puzzle, you almost have the last piece, you think it's complete. Then you step back and realize, "I'm missing a piece, crap." That's how I feel about blogging. I think I have my life together, and then I realize I haven't blogged in over a month. Not that anyone is waiting on pins and needles for a post.

There are many things I could post about at the moment. I'll make a list of them, give a brief overview, and then tell a semi-entertaining story.

1. I started school 2 weeks ago. It's been awesome so far. I feel like a completely different person. I'm relaxed (most of the time). I enjoy it. I have some really funny and cute kids. It should be an awesome year, and still hard work.

2. It took a while adjusting back to the states. Let's be honest, I wasn't gone that long (2 months). But I loved Thailand. I miss how calm it was. I could breath. Jesus was tangible and visable. But again, back to trusting God. He put me here, with this job right now. And I am honestly grateful for it.

3. We had a girls/baby boys weekend last weekend. Seeing all the college friends was refreshing. Their kids are absolutely adorable. And their mom's refer to me as "Aunt Erika"-that warms my heart. (see Rosalyn's, Laura's, Mo's, Allison's,
Cassie's, or Rosalyn's blogs for more details).

4. I'm 24 and completely single. In all honesty, it's fun most of the time (sometimes lonely). It's also funny sometimes, especially in my interaction with guys.

Here's the stage: I'm in the headquarters at Bastdrop State Park, paying for my one night stay on their camp grounds. At this moment, an attractive park ranger walks in. Suddenly, I'm reverted to being 13 again. I don't think there are many 24 year old women (girls) who turn into 13 year olds when an attractive person from the opposite sex walks in. I awkwardly make eye contact and then shift my eyes to the right, and immediately begin figeting with the Texas State Park brochure on the counter like I had been searching for it all my life. And it hit me: I literally ignore guys I find attractive or even like. To take it a step further, the more I like someone the more I ignore them. I swear I'm 12 in a 24 year old body. Logically I think, "Erika, if you really want to know someone you going to have to talk to them." But then what happens? My words are stuck in my throat and my mind is racing with only this sentence, "Think of something to say...think of something to say...think of something to say...a question, comment, ANYTHING!" No...nothing. I literally cannot think of one single word, it's a crazy phenomenon.
And then I go home and wonder, "Why do I find it difficult to know guys?"
"I think the answer is blatant." I answer myself.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if you don't start talking to guys you probably won't ever know them."
"You know, you bring a valid point," I answer myself again, "but that's easier said than done."

I'm still waiting on outgrowing the nervousness around boys. Hopefully that will happen...

Jambalaya

2007-07-25T14:00:00.000-07:00

Is it possible for two months to seem like two weeks? Yes, yes it is. I'm not sure how i feel about the whole time phenomenom. One minute time seems as slow as molasses. Then on the other hand you wake up and say, "I'm 24 year old. I don't think that age is old, but i feel like a 13 year old. Where am I, anyway?"

Yesterday, I went to get my hair trimmed. Mostly for the experience in Thailand. There are many males here who like to dress up as women and since Thai people are REALLY small, sometimes you have to deeply analyze whether or not you are talking to a she or a he-she. So, she (actually he, but probably in some distant life) began cutting my hair. The first words she spoke were, "You look ugly long hair. I make you pretty short hair." I appreciated the honesty. What I should have forseen at that moment was a drastic change in hair. After a tedious hair cut, the product is frizzy hair cut appoximately at my jaw. When I say frizzy, I mean it. It's a little scary...

Does anyone know what the "Diso Cybone" is? I tried to google it and found some Japanese website with a bunch of songs on it. I don't know, but I did buy a shirt about it the other day. I found it at a market and thought, "This looks a little cool." I'm always so wrong about fashion stuff.

I've developed a deep passion for banana pancakes. I pretty much eat them any chance i get to eat farong (white people) food. On Saturday, we sat on the porch for 6 hours eating pancakes and watching the rain. My favorite memories here are just being still. Just enjoying people's company and not having to remain busy.

Last weekend, we rode on elephants, renewed my visa (again) in Burma, took a long bus ride, and I started reading an incredible book "A Thousand Splendid Suns". I would recommend it to anyone. That was a busy weekend. This past weekend was kit ghet mak (very lazy).

"Say it ain't so," I leave in 7 days.

I've driven here in Thailand 4 times. The first time, Jason had to reteach me to drive in a parking lot. I literally felt like I was 16. There are several challenges involved in driving in Thailand for me:
1. 15-year-old truck with a mini-bus attached to the bed
2. no power steering
3. They drive on the opposite side of the road
4. And for the kicker...it's a standard
The last time I drove to a grocery store .4 miles away. I stalled 5 times total including on a round-about. I've never laughed so hard in my life.

Here's my serious and very real thought for this blog. God is telling to ask. He's telling me to ask for anything in His name and He'll give it to me. I want to ask and believe that it will happen.

I tried to download a few pics, but it didn't work. Apologies.

The Telegram Version

2007-07-09T20:54:00.000-07:00

I've been here a month. People are kind, friendly, a little shy at times, but that doesn't bother me. I live with 5 americans...all good. Getting to know students on campus. Ironically busy hanging out. Thailand is relaxed, laid back, little plans. I'm horrible at speaking thai. Can't remember anything.
Getting to know people, but relationships take time. The culture is ultra respectful, non confrontational, smiley. I'm constantly being rude, but not on purpose. Walking on grass, pointing my feet, talking too loud, walking over people. Ahh!
There's lots of time for discussion. We spent time in a hill tribe village. Taught at the school unexpectedly. One morning, the entire school was having an assembly. Our Thai friend asked us to give an anti-drug speech. Before we could deny the offer the entire school turned around and began clapping. My speech in front of 200 thai kids consisted of, "drugs are bad...umm...bad for your heart, mind, body," pass the microphone. Brilliant!
Jason and I went on a 10 HOUR motorcycle ride to get my visa renewed. Intense with rain, sun, and cold mountain weather. It was fun...but probably won't do it again. I'm used to the food. It tore me up for awhile, but now it's better...way better.
The christians here are amazing. it's really difficult for them to become Christians. Basically, they must deny their culture. I respect their persistence so much. I'm learning a ton about ministry, what it means to evangelize, and what i would like my life to look like. This has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Thank you, God...
Anyway, I'll leave some pictures to tell the rest of the story...

One Thunderstorm in Dallas

2007-06-01T19:52:00.000-07:00

I walked into the Austin Airport on Wednesday, a little anxious to board the plane to Thailand (not direct), to find a mass of people all on their cell phones looking a little perturbed. Long story short...flight to LA is cancelled. At first I thought, surely there's still a way to get to LA by 3:15 western time. No chance. I miss my flights in Austin, LA, Taipai, Bangkok. The source: a thunderstorm in Dallas. I had prayed over this trip many times and even specifically if I wasn't supposed to board a plane I wouldn't. So, I found myself battling with the airlines. The solution is I leave from Austin late on June 5th. I'm not a saint, I was furious. I mean fighting mad! If I could have punched the airline ladies at American and China Air I would have. That leads me to the second part of this entry...

After cooling-off and a change of heart (grateful to have rest for another week), I go with Rose to Josh and B's. Rosalyn and I begin to engage in a funny, fake boxing match. Josh gets involved, and of course I carry a fun event too far. While swinging around, fist ready to fight, I nail Rose in the jaw. Deep Remorse. Almost tears. Pop of a jaw. Did she loose a tooth?

Only a fat lip...that was a close one. Thank you God for loving imperfect people.

G-R-A-M-E-R-O-U-S

2007-04-29T16:18:00.000-07:00

My friend from school, Rubey, always makes fun of how I wear my nametag from work everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. If I go out to eat after work, I have it on until someone lets me know. I"ve been known to have it on at all times and even up to 2 hrs. after work. Iris is a girl in my class and her mom told me a few days ago that she plays school every afternoon, and guess what? Always has the nametag. I often play this off as, "Oh, I totally forgot." or "How embarassing!" But just for honesty's sake, I like to wear it. I like to tell people I have a real job and I work all day. It's a little sad I gain confidence by a nametag/door opener.

I bought a ticket to Thailand for the summer. I hesitated going for a few reasons: 1. traveling alone for 24 hrs. is intimidating to me 2. being gone all summer is a long time when I have a real job to come back to 3. i have to make a conscious decision to believe God can use someone as imperfect as me. I think more than anything, I'm humbled at the oppertunity. The doors were wide open with little effort on my part. I leave May 30th.

The kids in my class have gotten REAL funny. Lately it's been by songs that they sing. "Gramerous, fossy, dossy" and "Gasolina." I think I have at least 3 stand up comedians in my class. love it.

When I write my blog I feel like I'm just sending these words out into this crazy, technological world that doesn't make any sense to me. I don't really believe that anyone reads it, or can read it for that matter, because I'm writing it here in my apt. how could these words possibly go anywhere else? I think I'm a little in denial about the advances of technology.

The Nametag

A view on the drive from Abilene

Right now, It's raining sideways rain.

2007-03-25T15:57:00.000-07:00

FYI: Mexico City airport isn't bad. I would even venture to say small, clean, and safe. I think I would go alone next time. And there will be a next time.
Mexico was awesome and completely relaxed. I didn't do anything cool, I just did the normal things: visit parque espangne, walk around el centro (downtown), fail miserably at speaking Spanish. Wow, I've gotten horrible at it! But the thought actually crossed my mind that I could live there again.
The best part by far was seeing my kids and roommates. After leaving in such distress and uncertainty that the relationships would sustain, I was completely in awe of how faithful God is. It was like I never left. And the relationships truly were intact. I hope to visit again soon.
The last part of Spring Break was spent at SXSW. I'm a believer! The venues were small and personal. I fell in love with a lead singer from Wales, and met some really cool people who know lots about music. Some of the bands: The Storys, Marc Broussard, Mika, Razorlight, the Bravery, Amy Winehouse.
This past week at school one of the funny punk boys in my class challenged me to a race across the playground. Most kind teachers would let the child win, act defeated, and offer sweet words of encouragement. I didn't do anything of the sort! That kid needs to learn that I for sure can smoke him. I think he respects me more. When he replied, "I'll beat you next time Miss Watts, after football practice." I natually responded sarcastically, "Well see about that."
I'm not really as mean as I make myself sound.
Miss Erika and Samia

Creeper Teacher in Pool (at least that's how it felt because I'm used to the U.S. in Mexico it's no big deal)

Nick and Kate

Parque Espagne playing a little Basket

Can't get enough of the Strawberry popsicles

Way down here, you need a reason to move...

2007-03-04T16:34:00.000-08:00

Lesson learned: If you are planning a trip based on someone's boyfriend picking you up from the airport be careful, they might just break up.

I bought my plane ticket to visit my friends and students in Mexico two months ago. Mexico City is a large, scary place, so I didn't want to travel alone. Great news! My Canadian roommate is flying in the same day and her Mexican boyfriend will pick us up. Bad news, Mexican boyfriend and Canadian roommate break up. Canadian's not coming, boyfriend's not coming. That leaves a limited-Spanish speaking American girl in Mexico D.F alone. Not to mention, the following week traveling alone. O.k, I often say and do stupid things but let's be honest, I probably wouldn't survive that. Good news is Canadian is now coming, doesn't want to see boyfriend. I didn't cancel my flight, so I'm going. But I changed my flight to leave earlier, so I'll just stay in Orizaba/Puebla/Veracruz area.
Is anyone still reading? If you are, you're in luck. I'm going to keep writing about Mexico. It's been a year since I chose to end my time and commitment there and came back to the U.S of A. I look back on that time and decision as one of the more difficult in my life. Leaving people/students you love voluntarily was the most emotional and difficult experience I've had so far. But if I had to do it over, I would. Why? Because I have to trust that Christ works through me and my decisions. Because where I am now would not have happened if I didn't. Because I've had to see the grace of God.
So, in one week, I'll be in the hot Mexican sun. Seeing friends and hopefully enjoying the company around me and the absolute beauty of Mexico.

Riats's Got It

2007-02-12T17:45:00.000-08:00

I woke up on Saturday and noticed something...silence. My life was quiet. I literally couldn't hear one sound and I couldn't remember the last time I was truly alone. Normally, I'm surrounded by kids running around, calling-out, making punching noises or airplane noises or gun noises, or little girls singing the ever popular songs of "High School Musical". But not this weekend. This is largely due to the fact that Rosie and I just moved into a nice apartment. I didn't realize how much I love the space, but it't truly refreshing to go into my own room, with my own stuff, and do whatever I want. I've found myself surprisingly organized.

Today I once again was managing an issue that has been perplexing me this year of teaching. The boys in my class. Now, let me make a few things clear. I completely enjoy the boys in my class. They are funny, creative, they tell funny stories, they have strong friendships. We play games together like "Brain-Suckers" which consists of them jumping up, knocking my head, pulling my hair, and acting out (with appropriate noises) the eating of my brain. One time they thought it would be funny to tackle me on the playground. I mean, I was literally face-planted on the ground, sand in my mouth, and six 8-year-olds on my back. I couldn't get up and it was so embarrassing to see the lack of control I had over my kids.
But with all that good, comes much difficulty in the classroom. School was not made for boys, mostly because women run most schools. And I honestly try to play fun games and move around, but how many times to I have to say, "Stop hitting each other!" or "Please don't make punching sounds," or "I don't think acting like your brains are being blown out is appropriate for the classroom or following our social contract." Seems pretty obvious to me those things aren't what you are to do, but then again, I did grow up with only a sister.

Boys are so fun! I love them and hope I have a million of them one day. But seriously...let's stop with the noises.

2007-01-06T12:40:00.000-08:00

I realized I have never actually spoken of my sister much in this blog, and that made me begin to think, "Where are my priorities?" This is Allie.

She is my younger sister of three years. I carry some guilt from beating her up literally everyday when we were kids. Little did I know at the time that Allie would grow to be 6 inches taller than I am, and a MUCH better athlete. As a result, she often pushes me down for no reason at all. She'll just be walking by as I am hanging up clothes, or folding a blanket, or talking to my Dad, and with all her force push me onto the bed or chair where I am standing. After each drive-by, Allie gives the same explanation, "Those are for all those times when we were kids and you would beat me up." I can't argue with that! I realize this may make her out as a bully or aggressive fueled by former abuse, but she is actually one of the most forgiving and gracious people I know. We laugh when she pushes me down, but sometimes I am really aggravated because I can't defend myself.

Allie and I are completely different. Here are some examples. First of all, we are physically much different. She's tall and blonde, I am short. She hates school and reading. I love learning so much, I decided it should be my profession. Allie is organized and likes cleanting...it's hit or miss with me. Let's not forget the athletic abilities-quite a difference. In a family "conflict" I'm normally the one yelling inappropriate comments and defending my "cause". Allie sits silently and knows the times to speak, but is also extremely passionate.

Of course my sister, Allie, cannot be restricted to a single blog entry. But here's a small glimpse. If you ever run into her, make sure to meet her. You won't be disappointed.

The Prodical Blogger

2007-01-01T18:49:00.000-08:00

After months of squandering my inheritance and recently feeding swine to get by, I have decided to humbly approach my blog again. Returning after my blogging rebellion has not proven easy, "What if no one reads my blog?" What if blogging isn't cool anymore?" are some of the questions that have been going through my brain. But alas...here I am, I will not give reasons for my absence because everyone always has the same excuses and mine would be no different.

I love that teaching enables me to view my life semesters at a time. I can only see a semester behind and a semester ahead. For a non-committal person this provides much comfort knowing at any given semester, I could completely change my life without many repercussions. All that to say, this last semester I realized how much I could enjoy a life in the "real-world" and out of college. I love it! I love my 18 students, I love that I can provide for myself, I love that I have a job that matters, and that I have a church to call my own. I like the responsibility, although so many times I find myself crying out in a pathetic voice, "I can't do this!" Teaching is hard, but like most things worth doing, it has many rewards. And I have found a grace in my students that has allowed me to forgive others and myself often, because they forgive me so often. Like the time they had to take two math profiles, or when I got mad at a student who was literally just sitting in his seat quietly.

One of my friends that I teach with comes to my room everyday and we give positives that happened that day. It helps us stay focused on what is good because most of the time we just can see what we are not doing well. It can be as small as a smile from a student. So, since I am a list maker, here is a list of some positives right now (in no particular order):

1. Seeing baby Noah, Aaron, Allison, and Jevy
2. Watching the tree lighting at the Galleria in Dallas
3. Witnessing my kids improve on test scores
4. Filming my sister and I passionately singing "Since You've Been Gone" in a car ride
5. Seeing a Canadian friend in McAllen
6. Eating dinner at Cassie and Austin's
7. Making new friends
8. Going to Piedras Negras
9. Enjoying Christmas (good-bye Scrooge)
10. Riding my pink bike in the Jingle Bell Ride
11. Car ride with Moriah
12. Tour de Tejas via auto

Does anyone know how to make a tree?

2006-08-01T21:07:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Rosalyn, my classroom theme is camping. I really want to make this giant tree in the reading section, but it looks like exactly what it is: a large piece of crumpled butcher paper. So, I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions. Remember, this all has to be done with butcher paper.

I'm starting school!!! This year I am fortunate enough to teach in the greatest district/workplace I have ever experienced. And I have had A LOT of jobs (13 jobs in the last 6 years, I know that makes me sound like I have a compulsive need for change and I think that would be accurate).

Every staff person I have come into contact with genuinely wants to help and guide in any way. The leaders of the school and district are caring, intelligent, strong, driven, and determined to create an environment that is completely about the kids. It makes me so proud to sit in meetings with teachers who care about their job, who are constantly growing, and who are SMART. All this to say, I am pumped about my teaching job. I keep thinking about my experience in Mexico and how I was starving for support. I felt so alone because there was no one to help or guide me so I could teach and love my kids better. And now, God has answered my prayer in abundance like He always does.

Not to say that starting this job isn't difficult, because it is definitely difficult. There are 20 little kids who are dependent on me create an environment where they feel special, appreciated, and challenged academically. This is a large responsibility! Every time I walk into my classroom, I'm reminded that I can't do this job without God.

I'm thinking about starting the year off by dancing in the class. Now, I know I need to be tough to begin, so I'm in a small dilemma. I LOVE to dance, but will it make the kids think they don't have to work? My life is full of difficult questions!

Security, the big fat joke.

2006-07-23T21:45:00.000-07:00

I want to have a sense of security, but I can't find that in any place in my life. All I keep thinking is, "there are no guarantees, there are no guarantees, there are no guarantees." I promise this blog isn't to be all philosophical or something crazy like that. But seriously...

Just because someone gets married, or buys a house, or has a job, or has 5 kids, or travels the world, or has friends, doesn't mean any of that will be there when we awake in the morning...IF we awake in the morning. Tonight, I was walking (after running for 5 minutes and almost throwing up), and I was looking up at the sky wishing with everything in me that God would come. I'm so glad I'm now at a place in my life where I would rather have God come than get married, or have kids, or become the president.

So, now people are thinking (if they've read this far), "Geez, Debbie Downer. Now I want to go lay in bed and slowly recover from this depression you just placed on me." Sometimes it is depressing to realize what we put most of our energy in is meaningless.

But what am I going to do? I'm not going to stop living, so I might as well be happy about it.

TCB: Takin' Care of Business

2006-07-18T11:06:00.000-07:00

For those of you who haven't been through Graceland in Memphis, Tenn. "TCB" was the motto of Elvis Presley in the early 70s. I've decided to make this motto the theme of our family vacation that took us from Abilene, Tx to Branson, Mo. to St. Louis Mo. to Dayton, Ohio., to Nashville, Tenn. to Memphis Tenn. and finally to Dallas. Let me preface this trip by saying our family has only been on one family vacation to Disney World my senior year of High School. So, the long hours in the car put stress on our family on more than one occasion. Overall, it was a success.
In a few minutes you will see the arm of a large man and a tattoo that is difficult to see. This tattoo is "TCB" with the adjoining lightning bolt. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to photograph this man. I felt a little special that I was able to experience Graceland with such a devoted fan. I just had to have a picture of his tattoo, so I discretely took the pic without anyone noticing it.
Fifteen minutes later... I'm in a store with my family and I just had to tell my dad this story of the tattoo, so I whipped out my camera. I loudly repeated the story of this devoted fan's tattoo and followed with hysteric laughing. I look up...the man's wife is starring at me...panic followed. I couldn't believe myself, I was so embarrassed, I hid behind my dad and followed him for the 5 minutes because this large man (and his wife) could squash me in one second.
Five minutes later...I've calmed down. I'm in another store and there is his wife AGAIN. Nervous, Nervous. But I saw this as an opportunity, "I LOVE the TCB motto! I think it's a great concept to live by! I wish there were more T-shirts of TCB so that I can remember it on a daily basis!" I yelled.
Lesson Learned.

Here's a pictorial overview of the trip...

Streets of Nashville.

My beautiful cousins

Elvis Photo at Graceland

Cardinals Dugout in St. Louis

Mucha Lucha

2006-06-18T17:36:00.000-07:00

While sitting in an outside cafe in the Zocalo of Oaxaca, my roommate at the time, Nicki, spotted someone famous. After much deliberation she and Jen, who was visiting at the time, she realized it was Ned Snebley from "School of Rock." Nicki and Jen worked up enough courage to meet this semi-famous actor named Mike White. I played the small role of taking the picture, but I can say I met him and shook his hand. After further research, we found out the Mike White is a writer/producer of films like "Orange County", "School of Rock", and this new film that he mentioned, "Nacho Libre." If we had only known the extent of his talent at the time! I would have been much more nervous.
Needless to say, Jen, my roommates, and I have been counting down the days till "Nacho Libre" came out in theatres. Besides the fact that I LOVE Jack Black, we had a connection to this movie like never before. So, opening night, Jen and I got our tickets and arrived almost an hour early to find an already half-way filled theatre that was soon sold-out. I don't claim to be a great film critic, but here is my review:

I genuinely liked the movie. The director is Jared Hess (Napoleon Dynamite), so the movie has a quirky twist that is sometimes interpreted as slow. However, Jack Black was hilarious as ever, with new, quotable lines in a Mexican accent. Like most Mike White films, there was an underlying moral that touches the heart, but combine that with Jack Black's expressions and it's a hit. I will buy this movie partly because I liked it, partly because I feel like I basically know the producer (which I don't, but I'm sure I'll tell the story of how I met him for many years to come).

Look closely at these pictures:

That's right, the final scene of the movie was filmed on the very steps we stood on that over looks these native-Mexican ruins. I was REALLY excited about that!

You Don't Have to be Catholic to Appreciate this....

2006-06-03T11:18:00.000-07:00

"You don't have to put your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life," she said. "You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart."
August stepped closer. She kept the pressure steady against my hand. "All those times your father treated you mean, Our Lady was the voice in you that said, "No, I will not bow down to this. I am Lily Melissa Owens, I will not bow down." Whether you could hear this voice or not, she was in there saying it..."
"When you're unsure of yourself," she said,"when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she's the one inside saying, "Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are."She's the power inside you, you understand?"
Her hands stayed where they were but released their pressure."And whatever it is that keeps widening your heart, that's Mary, too, not only the power inside you but the love. And when you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love--but to persist in love."
She paused. Bees drummed their sound into the air. August retrieved her hands from the pile on my chest, but I left mine there. "This Mary I'm talking about sits in your heart all day long, saying, "Lily, you are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough."

Sue Monk Kidd "The Secret Live of Bees"

Sometimes these words aren't necessarily spoken, but experienced.

Re-Discover Your Public Library

2006-06-03T10:57:00.000-07:00

At work on Wednesday, I was thinking about indoor plants and how much I would love to know more about gardening. But how? There's the internet, but google can be redundant and a waste of time looking through web-sites. "I need a book," I thought. But then, books are expensive. And that's when I had a revelation, "Public Library."
At 12 noon, I rushed out of Cedar Park Pediatric and Family Medicine, quickly started my car, and briskly drove to the Cedar Park Public Library.
When I arrived I experienced a beautiful feeling that's only felt several times in one's life...I was genuinely excited about learning. I can learn whatever I want, whenever. And not only do they have informative books, but fiction such as Francine Rivers and magazines that include "Martha Stewart." Don't get me started on their DVD collection, books on tape, and kid-friendly children's section. The best part of the day is that this cost me absolutely nothing. They even have convenient library cards that fit on your key chain. Needless to say, I was walking around that library with a smile pasted on my face.
And then I started thinking a little deeper, about how privileged we are to live in an country where learning and education is not only allowed, but encouraged and without cost. Education is so important for personal growth.
Here's my challenge to readers: Give up one TV show a week and replace it with reading (or books on tape).

Que Vida la Mia

2006-05-22T21:07:00.000-07:00

What can I say about relationships? They are the hardest and best part of life. But right now, I think they are the best. Camille and Marcos were married this weekend and the words that come to mind are personal, relational, genuine. Each father spoke and their words were so impacting because of the truth. I loved Mr. Acosta's words on love, "If you want to serve the world, love each other. If you want to serve the Church, love each other." How true. Sometimes we make ministry and Christianity so complicated but really it's simple.
Seeing friends was not only needed but deeply refreshing. How important community is in life and in faith! I wish I could put into words what my heart is saying, but all I can say is, "My heart overflows."

Are you a "Man"?

2006-05-13T17:20:00.000-07:00

Men have been gnawing at me lately. Not one man specifically, but those who have come into my life in the form of my father, boyfriends, friend's boyfriends/husbands, other dads, grandfathers, uncles. It seems for me, like many women, that interaction with men is a tragic place in my life. The good men are far less than the bad ones. Thank God one of the good ones is my precious Dad.

I personally think that the title of a "Man" should not be given freely or easily. No male should be able to obtain this title unless they have shown adequate honesty, humility, strength, forgiveness, grace, and perseverance. It sure would make the dating process easier..."Oh, you're not a "Man" yet? Well, then get back to me in a few years."

Honesty... What a quality. Honesty about past hurts, love, insecurity, spirituality, future, relationships, current feelings on relationships. Let know someone who will confront me with honesty (not insecurity) as well as encourage me to be honest.

In writing this, I am suddenly completely convicted. Not condemned...Convicted, about those I may have hurt through an absence of honesty. Let me be lead to a place where I am confident enough in myself and in Christ that I may be more honest. And may the men who hurt women be lead to the same place.

But I'm still pissed at those who hurt me and other women. Michael Hosea, are you out there?

Call me Embarassed Erika

2006-04-25T15:58:00.000-07:00

I didn't actually know that I posted the previous blog. I thought I had pushed "save as draft" when I actually pushed "publish post." When I found that out I was really nervous and my face became bright red (I have rosacia) because I didn't remember exactly what I wrote, but I did remember I was in a strange restless mood, and when that happens I tend to question the meaning of my existence and no one reading blogger wants to hear that (or maybe they do, but that's a one-on-one convo).
Needless to say, I was relieved just now when I read the paragraph which was simple, to the point, and not questioning-my-existence-like. Although I don't know what the last little part was, "4esz'wz" but I started laughing when I read it.

In continuation of the last post: community is so important and exciting, and the main reason I moved back to the states. Yet, sometimes, I just work and come home. So, seeing my sister, Allison, Aaron, Mo and then being with all of my college-turned-Austinite friends last night (you know who you are) was so ENERGIZING. And being with people you love IS energizing, not energy-draining.

About being restless (the title of the last post, but I never addressed it): I am restless much of the time. I absolutely hate this about myself because I'm always thinking of fun things to do, and I'm not having fun where I am. I'm telling my mom that Sunday and she says "Go ride your bike." So i did. Yes, I felt much better, but this restlessness is like the deep in your soul, questioning everything, indigo-colored restlessness. So then my mom says, "Read a book." And I reminded her that the book I want to read she's taking FOREVER to read. Later that night I found a book entitled, "A Tale of Three Kings" on my bed. I started to read it, and it's hard to put down. It's about brokeness....how appropriate.

Mi Familia

What you looking at?

If only our homes were a bike-ride away

restless...HAPPY...restless

2006-04-23T15:44:00.000-07:00

Good weekend because I was able to see long lost friends Allison, Aaron, and Mo. The seeing of Mo was a sweet surprise that we were in the same place at the same time. Good, grown up conversation over dinner was much needed. We talked about how we all miss the close proximity of our houses, when bikes were the prominant source of transportation. 4esz`wz

La Tour de Austin

2006-04-11T15:25:00.000-07:00

Kids are funny. And it cracks me up even more to see the difference between girls and boys at a young age. For example, Gracie is three and likes to wear dresses. In fact, to get her to wear pants is a battle. When she's in the house, we are usually engaging in a game of dress up. She changes which "princess" she is often and I am ALWAYS the prince (it gets old). Today, I put on one of her crowns, and she was mad at me because I am supposed to be a prince. For some reason, I was a little defensive, "I can try on the crown, Gracie. I would like to be the princess at least once." I think she sensed my need to be the princess and backed-off.
Nicco is also three, and after a small discussion about how cigarettes are bad for you, he told me the story of when he once ate a cigarette and it blew-him-up not once, but three times. He dresses up too but it's in a Batman or Power Ranger costume. His favorite thing to do right now is take pictures on my camera phone and watch cartoons. He claims school is boring and he'd rather be home watching TV. We spent are time last week "fishing" in the Central Market pond. Come to find out the water is toxic and cases of flesh-eating bacteria have been found in the Austin area. Great.
One of the boys I babysit goes to school with Lance Armstrong's kids. I was able to meet them. The older one was wearing athletic shorts and boots, and was telling the other boys in his "group" what to do. The other boy was wearing a "Tour de France" shirt...could that be any more obvious? Later when picking up the boys, Lance was literally 4 feet away from my car. Unfortunately, he was wearing long shorts. Fortunately, I could see his gigantic calves. He was golden.

Stay at Home Mom

2006-03-29T18:48:00.000-08:00

After meddling in several jobs, I am currently working full time (for the next 6 weeks) as a stay at home mom...commonly known as a nanny. It has only been the third day, but to my great surprise I am thoroughly enjoying this new occupation. Let me put some Stay at Home Mom myths to rest:
1. Mom's don't do anything all day
2. Being a Mom is less "professional" than another occupation
3. Stay at home moms spend their time painting their nails, shopping, and the like
I once read a short story about a man who was jealous of the woman's role in life. It is smiled upon for woman to spend her time with her kids, watching them grow, and raising them. When in our society, a man is made to work all day. I think men and women have equally difficult roles, but I do see what the author was saying. I can't think of a more noble or fulfilling profession than to raise your kids.
On the other hand, everyday of work I'm reminded that although I enjoy kids, they are too much work. I mean, you really have to give up your life to raise them. I think I'll do whatever I want to do for the next 10 years or so. No kids right now, thanks.

Oh, how the smells provoke memories

2006-02-24T14:28:00.000-08:00

I'm going through this stage where I really want to be an excellent and healthy cook. Before you stop reading, this blog is not about cooking, all I will say is I'm using this new cookbook "Looney Spoons" that is useful and delicious.
Anyway, this recipe for salmon called for the herb dill. As I tore open the package and took in the recognizable scent I was immediately transferred to the Ukraine. It was really weird like Star Trek or something. I was literally sitting at the table facing the windows with simple white curtains looking down at the blue-patterned table cloth. I was staring at a bowl of cabbage soup with an unidentified piece of meat that looked like a short and fat hot dog, approximately 2 inches in diameter. Next to the soup were sliced cucumbers (that I can no longer eat) sprinkled with dill. In the middle of the table was a basket with semi-stale bread and I quickly scooped the last of the honey roasted peanut butter which was a precious treasure. Austin Henley was yelling at me for not being apart of the "clean plate club" and I responded with a disgusted face that said, "this food sucks," as I unwillingly took a small sip of flaming hot tea, perfect for a fiery day. And then my memory was over. All of this because of a smell...amazing.
Just like when I smell moth balls and think of 5th grade, or Sunflower perfume that transfers me to 7th grade, or this tree that grows purple flowers and smells like grapes and suddenly I'm walking outside of Westwood High School, or the combonation of wet dog and cigarettes that reminds me of driving the periwinkle mini van. The sense of smell is an amazing thing that supports the theory that life is really about noticing and appreciating details.

Back in the U.S., back in the U.S., back in the U.S.ss

2006-02-14T21:42:00.000-08:00

First, an ode to the arguably cutest kids on this earth.

I sit on my warm bed, all my comforts in close proximity. I walk into a grocery store and I'm surrounded by every food item I could ever want or need. I can understand ever conversation around me. I drive a car. I pay for gas. I eat fastfood. I make my bed. I earn more than $19 a day. I fix my hair. I hug my parents. I eat with my mom and she pays. I talk with kids without a communication barrier. I see all of a sunset. I watch TV with Jen. I go to church. I'm given opportunities. I'm shown grace. I do a Max Lucado Bible study. I miss people big and small. I'm excited about life. I'm sad about separation. I go to a birthday party. I unpack my bags. I sit on my bed, type, and I keep going.

"Pour out your hearts to Him, O people. For GOD is our refuge."

The Top 6 of Jan 2006

2006-01-27T13:07:00.000-08:00

In no particular order...

1. Opening 2006 with a youth group-esque pouring out all of my hopes, fears, and dreams with close friends
(could we call it a candle-light devotional?)
2. Watching Vince Young score a winning touchdown, driving downtown with my horns out the window the whole way, giving
more high-fives in one night than ever before.
3. Coming back to Mexico
4. Choosing to leave Mexico a week after I came back
5. Reading the first three book of "Chronicles of Narnia": The Magician's Nephew, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and The
Horse and His Boy (those aren't the order in which they were written, but it is the order in which C.S. wanted them to be read)
6. Knowing and feeling the support and peace from friends and family (thanks), but mostly from knowing the grace of God

You know that feeling when you break up with someone you really haven't liked in awhile...

2006-01-18T12:00:00.000-08:00

In short, freedom. Well, I'm experiencing that today as I hand my letter of resignation to the appropriate people. Yes, it's true. I'm coming home. The best part is that I'm not angry or an emotional wreck. I feel good about a decision that's been a long time coming. I'm ready to be in a place that is positive and supportive. I'm ready to have new opportunities. I'm ready to live with Toni and Greg.
I would walk to school hoping it would be burned to the ground (seriously). And then I realized maybe the fact that I want it to be burned down is proof enough.
Is it easy to leave my students or the friends I've made? No. I love them all deeply. But it's time to go. And the timing is right.

Dear Diary

2006-01-16T12:18:00.000-08:00

Dear Diary,
Today was an o.k. day. The sun is shining and I can see the pico from the balcony at school. I've developed a new theory that if I can see the pico, it will be a good day. So far, I think it's 100% accurate. My students are fine, I've resolved to have zero expectations for the school, which has made me happier. But still expect myself to be the best teacher ever, which isn't happening, and really can't happen until I have much more experience.
I feel like I don't belong here and often pray for a way out. But in the meantime, I'm loving my kids and loving the sun. I'm hoping that this mostly beautiful Mexican weather will allow me to bypass the end-of-winter depression that often occurs. And I think it's working out for me. Yesterday, we took a drive in the mountains while the sun was setting. The mountains were completely green and beautiful despite the season. It looked like something out of a water-color painting. That was a good memory.
LYLAS,
erika

Low-Key in '03

2006-01-03T23:58:00.000-08:00

I feel like this quote alludes to my goals of this year perfectly, forgetting the '03 of course and replacing that with an '06. In my former pride I cried, "Everyone stop living mundane lives and grasp the adventure and opportunities that lie waiting for you!" I sneered upon those who took the "normal" route as I enthusiastically boarded the plane in Houston.
I suppose there is much to value in experiencing life in various ways, seeing the world outside the US and reminding ourselves that this life is not simply about ourselves, but about being actively involved in risk. Yet still there is much value in remaining in contact with the weekly lives of those we love. There's something to be said about consistently and continuing to build relationships with those you know. Mainly because there is strength in support. The best of yourself can be found by growing around those who are willing to both believe in you and allow you to change. I think that like all things there requires a balance between challenge and support.
I hope I always live my life waiting for challenges and being willing to take them. But I also hope I live my life humbly appreciating and building the rare relationships that surround me. "Many are the plans of a man's heart; But it's the Lord's will that prevails."
Sometimes we're not ready for the challenges we think we're ready to take (and by "we" I actually mean me). Besides, if we were all nomadic, there really wouldn't be cultures to appreciate.

these are a few of my favorite things

2005-12-06T13:14:00.000-08:00

Here's a few of my favorite things from this week:

1. The school is putting on a Christmas performance. I am in charge of the Third Grade dance. And what era do they put me with? No other than the 80s which is of course my favorite music and costume era. It's like they sensed my deep-rooted passion for the 80s. So, naturally, I choose "Video Killed the Radio Star" for the kids to dance to. I've never seen such a beautiful sight as I do when I watch twenty Mexican third graders sing the "Oh, Oh!" part of "Video Killed the Radio Star" complete with air guitar and air drums.

2. The music teacher made me record "O Little Town of Bethlehem" and "You better watch out, you better not cry..." completely solo for the music classes. Only in Mexico would I attempt such a vulnerable task. Today, I sat through classes listening to myself sing these two Christmas carols. I almost felt like I was insulting Christmas.

3. I was walking my normal walk to school a few days ago when I hear, "Hey, was up?" I'm not used to hearing English speakers (much less slang) so I did a quick double take and then kept walking.
"Hello?! Was goin on?" I hear an impatient voice yell. I turn to meet a man of about 40 walking his son to school. Come to find out he's from El Paso. I was a little intimidated by his rough accent, but we kept talking none-the-less. Apparently, he travels back to Texas every three months so he can "collect his social security, and stay in Mexico."
"Yeah, I make about $650 a month just on social." He proudly announced
"Hold on," I say, "You are making MORE than me every month just from social security." (and I have a freaking degree)
To say the least, I was a little perturbed. I know, I know, I chose to come here and make nothing, but still, what's going on with our government that people can collect social security and then live in a foreign country for practically nothing? I guess it's really not that bad of an idea...

In summary

2005-11-28T14:16:00.000-08:00

I wondered how long it would take me to loose my commitment to blogging. Apparently it was only like 2 months, but I won't stop...I'm steadfast.

Many appearances have been made in Mexico since I last wrote. First, my mom and dad. They loved it here. My dad loved that where I live is safe, they both loved the kids (it was a really good day). And I'm beginning to see the product of one benefit of coming here, a deeper appreciation for my parents. I sometimes wonder why I have been given such deep and consistent love in my life (in all respects) and others don't have the same. Thank you to my parents for staying committed to love.

Jen also was here in a whirlwind of a weekend. And then we were able to meet up with a good friend Alex. We had an amazing time traveling to Oaxaca, meeting fascinating people (including Mike White), visiting native Mexican ruins, and falling in love with Mexico. It was beautiful. And mostly because it was with a dear friend who needed to be seen by me. Rumor has it she's coming back to backpack the Yucatan next semester...anyone else want to join us?

School is emotional and in my face. But I didn't realize how much I loved my kids until I was so mad a Satan for messing with my kids! "Stay away from their self-esteem!" I screamed. Every child needs so much love to fight-off the blows that will be thrown at them in this life.

My roommates and I regularly discuss quotes from the classroom that you would only hear in Mexico. Here is my favorite one from the last week, "Alejandro, take the staples out of your pants!"

(this is actually Alejandro)

Feliz Dia de los Muertos

2005-11-01T14:11:00.000-08:00

From the 31st to the 2nd Latin cultures celebrate Dia de los Muertos, a time to remember and celebrate the life of loved family members who have died. At first, I was kind of freaked out because people make skulls out of chocolate, put their own names on them, and then eat them (don't you think that has a morbid connotation?). So, yesterday, the school made a huge altar (ofrenda) for the late Pope. My class was luckily designated to bring the chocolate and sugar skulls for the Ofrenda.

One of my attitude ninas asked me what Halloween was. She asked it in a way so that I would get in trouble for talking about Halloween (we aren't allowed to talk about it at a catholic school). So, I refuted her question by asking her what she thought about it. The students had come to a consensus that Halloween is a time to worship the devil. hmm...How to answer that? I told them that some people may use it in a bad way, but for most people it's a fun tradition. It's amazing how the Catholic beliefs are prevalent in every aspect of the culture here.

We had a family fun Sunday this past weekend. Before the festivities, we had Mass. I'm sure it would be interesting if I spoke the language, but imagine 2 hours of unidentifiable words being spoken. So, it's time for communion...I thought hard about if I should take it, mostly because I wouldn't want to do anything that offends the Catholic religion. But then I thought, "Really, communion is just about Jesus and remembering his life, death, and current presence in my life. So, I'm going to do it." I could feel the questionable stares...
Last night, one of our friends proceeded to question my roommate (not me, even though I was in the room), why I took communion. Basically, he felt I shouldn't have taken it because I'm not Catholic, and I don't worship the saints, Mary, and the pope. "Woah," I thought, "I thought this was all about Jesus." I was suddenly sad that even Christians aren't unified. Why get caught up in legalism...the issue is the heart, right? Because no matter if I worked every minute of every day to be perfect, I would go to sleep at night desperately needing his grace. I'm so glad my salvation is not about me and only about who I believe.

My parents are flying into Puebla and I'm about to pee my pants I am so excited. I'll let you know how that goes...

The Other Gold

2005-10-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

I'm just curious if anyone has any advice on how to make it o.k. that I don't live in the same town or state as the people I love the most. Am I thankful for my experiences...yes. Do I know God has a purpose...yes. Is this where I'm supposed to be...I believe so. Was it time to move on...absolutely. But doesn't it seem that separating from friends was mandatory rather than a choice? The only words that come to mind is an old girl scout song...please join me in a verse:
Make new friends, But keep the old.
One is silver and the other Gold.
Ever since I was a little girl I've wondered...which friend is silver? The new friends or the old? I hope I never have silver friends...lets always be the gold ones.

On a completely different note...Isn't this the cutest futbol player you've ever seen. Yes, he is THAT tiny.

Mexicans Know How To Party

2005-10-20T13:16:00.000-07:00

I think that we could all learn how to spruce up our normal family gatherings. When i went to a baptism party for a tiny boy on Saturday, I walked it to find over 100 people there for the event. We ate a 3 course meal complete with good conversation (a little strained because I don't really speak spanish, but I am starting to understand it). The we danced the night aware with a live band that played their choice of Ranchero, Salsa, and believe it or not "You ain't nothing but a houndog" all en espanol, of course. The best part of the night was not the three pinatas, the huge scultpure cake, or even the dancing....The best part of the night was when everyone starting chanting,"Vollo, Vollo..." (I think that's right and I have absolutely no idea what it means). I was looking around in a cloud of confusion, then all of a sudden... I see the dad of the party start throwing pesos to all the guests. I ran around in a frenzy picking up as much money as I could. My roommates and I collected 20 pesos, which we were happy about because that pays for water for one week.
Moral of the story, Americans need to lighten up and start throwing our money around.
But seriously, things here are definitely looking up. My kids work so hard in school and their English is rapidly improving which makes me so proud! And they are so cute with their accents. I want to bring one of them home for Christmas.

Pictures...
Kate, Nicki and Me (no we're not on a cruise)
Tiny boy who was baptized into the Catholic church
Me dancing with a super tall Mexican doctor
The ambiance of the party
Our friends Javier and Sonia

Rug Church

2005-10-11T13:26:00.000-07:00

I go to church on the moss green and periwinkle striped rug that lays on the gray tiles of my Mexican bedroom. I normally sit towards the back, near the tassles. I subconsiously choose the back so that the people that normally would join me will have a place to sit. I often imagine their voices reaching beyond the ceiling and filling me with an unspeakable calm, which only happens in real life if I'm focused and listening. In reality, my companions consist of the magnolia tree that sits patiently outside my window, and my computer that often leads me in song. Sometimes my songs are not of the church origen, but instead from the soft-rock 80s era.
Rug church is not a bad thing. Instead it's reteaching me the fundamentals of God. And the space around me is filled with communion that I have often misinterpreted or simply ignored.
I knew my rug and I would be excellent friends the moment I laid it on my floor and it immediately filled my room with warmth and color, but I had no idea it would become my church.

Happy Anniversary

2005-10-06T00:07:00.000-07:00

I would like to announce that the 6th of each month is the anniversary of new beginnings. The reason I chose the 6th is because it's one day before I left for Mexico, which was a drastic answer to the question that everyone is asking right now, "Where am I suppossed to be in my life." I live in Mexico which is a wonderful country of wild dogs that bark literally from the rooftops, loud music and sounds, intensity at all levels, great cheap food from Abuelas that sell them on the side of each road, old men that convieniently pull down their pants and crap on the street corner, and people that love their large families. I love this country...really, I do.
I teach 3rd and 4th grade Mexican children English and Science. It's been the most challenging experience of my life, one that I have wanted to quit 70% of the time, but have confirmed my one year commitment by purchasing a round trip ticket for the Christmas break. The kids are truly the cutest, but I don't think I will be continuing my teaching career for my entire life. For now, I can deal with the loud outbursts, constant interuptions, repeating instructions over and over again. It's not the kids fault I don't speak Spanish and they don't so much speak English.
I live with two roommates: Kate from Detroit and Nicole from Canada. It's amazing how three very different people could have so much in common. We analyze and laugh-off our stressful days at school (Did I mention that none of us have taught before).
Biggest news for the week... Apparently a hurricane hit Mexico, I really haven't noticed it, besides the heavy rain that lasted a total of 2 hours. Because of that we have Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off school! It was the greatest surprise this morning when I strolled in a little late to school to find no children were here. I started jumping up and down and hugging my roommates and the bell ringer man, you would think I just won a large sum of money.