Maná
Last Saturday night I went to a concert for the band Maná. They are a Mexican rock group that has been around for like 20 years or something, so a really big deal. I barely knew their music but was really excited to be able to go, and I think that everyone else's enthusiasm and obsession made up for my lack. Anyways, the band totally rocked. I would have taken a picture but it's recommended that you take nothing with you to the national stadium, so no camera. Even if you think you are pretty aware of pickpockets and such, most awareness goes out the window when the night is morphed into something resembling a cattle drive as people try to leave. I held on to the people I went with with my dear life, which I'm sure they appreciated.
Thanksgiving, Take One.
Last Sunday night the English speaking church, ICF, hosted a Thanksgiving dinner. It was the typical pot-luck, cold dry turkey, eighteen dishes of mac and cheese (something our family never considered Thanksgiving food), veggie casseroles, and two tables of desserts.
Painting
Since I am officially finished with teaching, Monday and Tuesday I helped paint furniture at a center my friend runs. We used black oil-based paint and my nails still look rather dirty. I don't mind painting but am not a big fan of the preparation or clean up.
Substituting
On Wednesday I started Substituting at NCA. I've decided it's the easiest job ever. I "coached" ultimate frisbee for three classes, made anti-drug hand turkeys in heath, and sat in the computer lab while my five anatomy students did research. The common theme in my classes was the students asking about Mr. Eklund and Elijah and trying to decided which Mr. Eklund I look like the most. Seventh and Eighth grade girls whine a lot, that was another theme.
Béisbol
My friend Lori's dad is visiting this week; last Wednesday night we went to a baseball game. She recently met one of the players that is down from the states playing fall ball. He put our names on a list so we wouldn't have to pay the five dollars that everyone else had to pay. We also got good seats, right behind home plate. On a side note the stadium is named after Denis Martinez, he is embarrassed that they named it after him because it is so ghetto. Ghetto, but oh so Nica. The street vendors come in to sell fried plantain chips, quesillo (string cheese in a tortilla with onion and sour cream), and chicharon (fried pig skin), and the street kids come in to collect beer cans. Managua's team, Boer, beat San Fernando (SF). I wish you could have been there.
End of the School Year
As well as marking American thanksgiving, Thursday also had my end of the school celebrations. There was some chapel type stuff and then parties in each grade. I've probably mentioned before that our classrooms are small they get a lot smaller when parents, pinatas, buckets of food, and home stereo systems are added. Oh I'm going to miss my school (honestly, no sarcasm), and you should have been there for that day too.
Thanksgiving, Take Two.
On Thursday afternoon one of the organizations here, Manna, had a gringo dinner. This one was smaller than Sunday's and thus had better quality control.
Thanksgiving, Take Three.
Thursday night I went to my boss Matthew and his wife Jennifer's house for dinner. Their oven doesn't work but Pricesmart sells really good roasted chicken. So the meal was pretty traditional with a little Korean mixed in. At the end of dinner Matthew and Jennifer decided it was time for them to find me a husband. I won't go into details but I understand Asian matchmaking so much more now. I mean they are talented. So you're all invited to my wedding, Matthew will be officiating and Jennifer either being co-mother-of-the-bride, a bridesmaid, or doing a reading.
Graduation
Friday, after lunch with my future husband, was pre-school and sixth grade graduation at my school. When the ceremony ended parents asked me to take pictures with their students, I think because I'm white. We also got food, I put my sandwich in my purse to save for later. I ended up saving it in the trash can with my sugar with caramel cake.
More Substituting
Today I am substituting again. On Mondays there is no PE so I only have three classes. In Bible we are going to make Christmas tree ornaments, my roommate Kate and I made samples on Saturday. I think it will be a two day project. I have/get to be here for seven more hours, so today is the day for you to e-mail me.
Prayer Requests
I guess if you've made it this far you love me enough to pray for me. One big one, should I stay or should I go? I really need God's peace and direction as far as what I should do next year. Either to return here or if I stay in the States I'll probably need to find a job or something. Feel free to share your opinion especially if it isn't based on emotional inclinations, yes I know you all love me. And looking at my remaining time here (rather it be short or long) I need daily guidance in my life as to how to spend my time wisely in a way that glorifies God. So basically the whole more of You, less of me thing and all that jazz.
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Monday, November 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Something new and different
Last Wednesday a group came down from Oakland to help out Matthew. He thought I might want to join them as a translator. I guess he figured I would understand, though not approve of, the use of the words hecka and hella. I consented on the basis that I would get out of teaching for a few days.
My mom contacted them ahead of time and arranged for them to bring me gifts such as peanut butter and toothpaste. The later of which you can buy here, the former not so much. Way to go mom.
On Wednesday and Thursday they were working at Matthew's feeding center. Some gave hair cuts, and washed the hair and feet of patrons while others worked on cementing the walls of a newly purchased, neighboring building that will eventually be a clinic.
From Friday to Sunday we were in Chinandega, another Nicaraguan provence. A local church there was building a new building and Matthew had wanted to help. Before he got involved they had sold $2,000 worth of tortillas and put up a frame. Since he found out about them he has been able to connect them with State side churches that have provided a roof and walls. Our group was able to help out more with stuccoing of the walls and filling in the floor with dirt as well as doing some VBS stuff and visitations.
My favorite part was getting to talk with the girls in the neighborhood. They were super loving and receiving. Even those in their teens would come up to me and hold my hand or play with my hair and chat. I know, me saying something positive about physical touch, a shocker.
I also got to ride a horse. It ran me in to a cactus. Blood was gushing from my leg. Well maybe not quite, but I did get a scratch.
A side note, our "hotel" wasn't the classiest of establishments. The lack of water was one thing, but I'm getting pretty good at creative showering techniques. But then Sunday morning at 12:30am, up came my dinner. About half of us had food poisoning. That continual queasiness kept up for the rest of, the much mellower, Sunday. Not my finest moments but I'll spare you the details. I tried to remind myself that some people don't have food to get sick off of but that didn't help much. I am feeling much better now and Matthew dropped of a plethora of medicines this morning in case I have a relapse.
As far as the group went, they were very cool. I was amazed by their willingness and graciousness. Does anyone actually want to wash crusty homeless feet or hold back my hair as I vomit? And they didn't touch my school.
There was another main girl translating. She was Korean (as was the team) so she knew the strange side dishes they brought with them and how to play their violent versions of rock, paper, scissors. She was in charge of group translating and I got to stick with my stellar Spanish conversation skills. Even in my poor translating (like I know what a plainer is in English) is a better match for me than teaching. That realization, combined with my 24 hour fast, made going back to school on Monday rather disheartening but I have to trust that God has me exactly where I am for a reason.
And unrelated, my roommate just bought a widow maker for our shower, it is this electrical contraption that lets you choose, cold, medium, or fairly-hot water. The result, a cleaner, but also more spoiled, Joy.
Oh yes, there is a hurricane. It is raining a lot here but we are totally safe. The electricity is off hecka a lot, but what's new? And there is lots of amazing thunder and lightning.
My mom contacted them ahead of time and arranged for them to bring me gifts such as peanut butter and toothpaste. The later of which you can buy here, the former not so much. Way to go mom.
On Wednesday and Thursday they were working at Matthew's feeding center. Some gave hair cuts, and washed the hair and feet of patrons while others worked on cementing the walls of a newly purchased, neighboring building that will eventually be a clinic.
From Friday to Sunday we were in Chinandega, another Nicaraguan provence. A local church there was building a new building and Matthew had wanted to help. Before he got involved they had sold $2,000 worth of tortillas and put up a frame. Since he found out about them he has been able to connect them with State side churches that have provided a roof and walls. Our group was able to help out more with stuccoing of the walls and filling in the floor with dirt as well as doing some VBS stuff and visitations.
My favorite part was getting to talk with the girls in the neighborhood. They were super loving and receiving. Even those in their teens would come up to me and hold my hand or play with my hair and chat. I know, me saying something positive about physical touch, a shocker.
I also got to ride a horse. It ran me in to a cactus. Blood was gushing from my leg. Well maybe not quite, but I did get a scratch.
A side note, our "hotel" wasn't the classiest of establishments. The lack of water was one thing, but I'm getting pretty good at creative showering techniques. But then Sunday morning at 12:30am, up came my dinner. About half of us had food poisoning. That continual queasiness kept up for the rest of, the much mellower, Sunday. Not my finest moments but I'll spare you the details. I tried to remind myself that some people don't have food to get sick off of but that didn't help much. I am feeling much better now and Matthew dropped of a plethora of medicines this morning in case I have a relapse.
As far as the group went, they were very cool. I was amazed by their willingness and graciousness. Does anyone actually want to wash crusty homeless feet or hold back my hair as I vomit? And they didn't touch my school.
There was another main girl translating. She was Korean (as was the team) so she knew the strange side dishes they brought with them and how to play their violent versions of rock, paper, scissors. She was in charge of group translating and I got to stick with my stellar Spanish conversation skills. Even in my poor translating (like I know what a plainer is in English) is a better match for me than teaching. That realization, combined with my 24 hour fast, made going back to school on Monday rather disheartening but I have to trust that God has me exactly where I am for a reason.
And unrelated, my roommate just bought a widow maker for our shower, it is this electrical contraption that lets you choose, cold, medium, or fairly-hot water. The result, a cleaner, but also more spoiled, Joy.
Oh yes, there is a hurricane. It is raining a lot here but we are totally safe. The electricity is off hecka a lot, but what's new? And there is lots of amazing thunder and lightning.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
me, myself, and my ipod
Normally on Tuesdays I sleep in until approximately 9:00 since I don't have to work. This morning I woke up at 6:30 and was awake. I contemplated taking a Benadryl for a few minutes, to put myself back to sleep, but then decided I should just get up. I read, checked my e-mail, had some toast, watched a little Dawson's Creek and Regis and Kelly, a neighbor came over to visit and use the internet, basic day off stuff just started 3 hours early. At 9:00 I laced up my Asics and strapped on my iPod to do a little running. Running here is interesting, I go out the gate and my brother's voice comes in to my head, "don't run down that street," "don't go down there," "oh that one is dangerous too." Blah...blah...blah. So I went up this approved hill and then turned on to some dirt road and walked for a while. Everything is really over grown and green this time of year and there are cows and horses and pigs and chickens, totally cool. And dogs, but I don't like the dogs here. I walked around listening to music and taking in the rural beauty of this place kind of wondering where I was but confident that eventually I would come out somewhere familiar. I did! I came up a little farther up on the hill that I had broken off of earlier. I decided this would be a good time to start running again and I did, just enjoying my time out and alone. Then I fell. Yup one of those, oh I bet I'm going to fall right now and since I am running down hill there is nothing I can do to stop it. I jumped up and started running again because I didn't know what else to do and I figured I would get home faster that way. Fortunately I fell on my right side and my iPod armband is on my left arm so it was safe. My right elbow didn't fare so well. Both of my palms hurt too. Leo just found some old bananas and offered to make banana con leche which I am quite excited about.
I wish I could stop writing right there but I have more to get out. But you can pretend that I stopped and just respond to the first part.
On Friday night I went out to dinner with four other girls that live down here. We talked about NCA (the school I don't teach at) and glasses and contact lenses (two things I don't wear). It's weird to constantly hang out with people that I probably wouldn't in normal situations. But I'm sure it is good for me plus I have you to talk to and have been branching out a little more socially. Saturday my roommate was reading by the pool and I decided to go sit in it. There was only one other person in the pool, an old man with a belly and a speedo. He decided to introduce himself and to talk to me in super fast Spain Spanish. I'm not sure why he is here but I think I understood the rest of the conversation. Then when he was getting out of the pool he did the cheek kiss thing which I am normally fine with but it was awkward. Then I looked over at my roommate pretending to read but she couldn't because she was laughing too hard. His apartment faces ours and told me to stop by if I ever need anything and he offered me a ride to school on Monday. I declined, that walk wakes me up. On Sunday night I went to the movies with my friend Maria. She is Nicaraguan and doesn't live by me so I decided to take a taxi. It was my first taxi ride without a chaperone. It cost $3 and I guess I could have paid less but I think I would feel guilty, gas here is expensive and what else am I supposed to do with my money.
When I'm not going out socializing I always have my books to keep me company. I think I'm at about one 400 page novel every 5 days plus a chapter here a chapter there of whatever books I have stacked on my nightstand. And there are movies. It only costs $3 to go to one plus we have a fair amount at our house. On Saturday night I started one you may have heard of, Lord of the Rings. I guess some people are into them, I am not one of those people. Why don't they ever end? Sorry if I offended you, I'm trying. That was my second attempt at the first one. I also couldn't get through the books. I just get frustrated because I know that when the first one ends there will be two more, equally long, to go.
Happy Tuesday!
Love, Joy
I wish I could stop writing right there but I have more to get out. But you can pretend that I stopped and just respond to the first part.
On Friday night I went out to dinner with four other girls that live down here. We talked about NCA (the school I don't teach at) and glasses and contact lenses (two things I don't wear). It's weird to constantly hang out with people that I probably wouldn't in normal situations. But I'm sure it is good for me plus I have you to talk to and have been branching out a little more socially. Saturday my roommate was reading by the pool and I decided to go sit in it. There was only one other person in the pool, an old man with a belly and a speedo. He decided to introduce himself and to talk to me in super fast Spain Spanish. I'm not sure why he is here but I think I understood the rest of the conversation. Then when he was getting out of the pool he did the cheek kiss thing which I am normally fine with but it was awkward. Then I looked over at my roommate pretending to read but she couldn't because she was laughing too hard. His apartment faces ours and told me to stop by if I ever need anything and he offered me a ride to school on Monday. I declined, that walk wakes me up. On Sunday night I went to the movies with my friend Maria. She is Nicaraguan and doesn't live by me so I decided to take a taxi. It was my first taxi ride without a chaperone. It cost $3 and I guess I could have paid less but I think I would feel guilty, gas here is expensive and what else am I supposed to do with my money.
When I'm not going out socializing I always have my books to keep me company. I think I'm at about one 400 page novel every 5 days plus a chapter here a chapter there of whatever books I have stacked on my nightstand. And there are movies. It only costs $3 to go to one plus we have a fair amount at our house. On Saturday night I started one you may have heard of, Lord of the Rings. I guess some people are into them, I am not one of those people. Why don't they ever end? Sorry if I offended you, I'm trying. That was my second attempt at the first one. I also couldn't get through the books. I just get frustrated because I know that when the first one ends there will be two more, equally long, to go.
Happy Tuesday!
Love, Joy
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Absence makes the heart grow fonder?
My family just went on a camping trip without me. Talking to my sister about it I got this idea to compare and contrast family camping and my life in Nicaragua in an essay format. As I started to write I realized that it was taking too much time and that I haven't written an essay in a while. But I still liked the compare and contrast idea so I think I'll outline instead and you can turn it into an essay for me. Automatic A if anyone does that.
- While camping evidently my dad used window cleaner as soap, in Nicaragua I use bug spray as perfume.
- When camping the days are hot and you swim in the ice cold river, in Nicaragua the days are hot and you swim in the over chlorinated pool.
- Neither while camping nor in Nicaragua is there an option for a hot shower.
- In neither location is there electricity.
- On camping trips we bring a generator and propane lanterns, in Nicaragua we use candles.
- In the woods we play Ticket to Ride. In Nicaragua we go see the bloodiest movie ever called “Exterminio 2” aka “28 Weeks Later” because we have lazy Spanish and miss the part in the review that says the disease is people eating each other.
- While camping we eat a lot of instant oatmeal and hobo pies, in Nicaragua we eat at TGI Friday's 3 times in one week.
- Camping trips provide a variety of methods of exercise, Nicaragua has Curves and then the 45 minute walk home from Curves in the rain.
- Nicaragua has phones, internet, and cable TV (if there is electricity), camping doesn't.
- During camping trips no one in my family goes to work. In Nicaragua, if it isn't a holiday, I do go to work. This is not the case with all the teachers at my school. One of the 1st grade teachers didn't come last Thursday (possibly she was camping) there was no substitute and they didn't send the kids home. Instead they combined the two first grade classes for one teacher. What a reward for coming to work, 55 students. I went in to help and almost stepped on a kid who was lying on the floor holding his stomach and crying. While camping I'm normally the one crying because I am so bored.
- Other campers say “Hi, neighbor,” when you're camping, in Nicaragua people say “Hola, Chela”
- Both campers and Nicaraguan children are constantly dirty.
- In Nicaragua I have a maid, while camping I have my mom.
I think that concludes my comparisons for now, there are more, I'm sure. I haven't decided if life in Nicaragua's capital city or in the woods is more rural. Maybe now I'm just wondering why I'm in Nicaragua if I profess to hate camping.
I think I have a disease I like to call HSFA that stands for Hyper sensitive fore arm. Does that ever happen to you? It totally feels like I have an open wound on my left fore arm but it looks normal.
Happy Santo Domingo, we don't have school tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
17 days til I'm back in the states
To whom it may concern:
Kid's Day was a success last Friday. My group played musical chairs but we didn't have music so I brought a pot and a spoon. Thanks to their lives of deprivation no one thought it was a terrible idea or anything and the kids were eager to be the ones making the noise. It didn't rain so that made things nice. However, the combination of the sudden sunshine and my polo shirt left me with a red V on my neck.
Friday night Kristen and I wanted to go out to dinner but didn't have private transportation so opted for public. First we took the bus and then got a taxi, on the way home we stuck with all taxi. The buses here are really cool, ours had one of those flashing orange traffic lights hanging up inside so we had quite the disco atmosphere. We were no worse for the wear except we did both smell pretty bad by the time we got home.
Last week they sprayed our apartment complex for bugs. When we heard the truck coming we had run to shut all the windows since they spray a mix of ddt and diesel. I've still been ending up with bites and right now I have a fat left hand.
Tonight my roommate from college, Katharine, is coming to visit for two weeks. I am very excited especially since my roommate here, Kristen, is leaving me on Thursday to marry my brother.
Sincerely, Joy Christina Eklund
Kid's Day was a success last Friday. My group played musical chairs but we didn't have music so I brought a pot and a spoon. Thanks to their lives of deprivation no one thought it was a terrible idea or anything and the kids were eager to be the ones making the noise. It didn't rain so that made things nice. However, the combination of the sudden sunshine and my polo shirt left me with a red V on my neck.
Friday night Kristen and I wanted to go out to dinner but didn't have private transportation so opted for public. First we took the bus and then got a taxi, on the way home we stuck with all taxi. The buses here are really cool, ours had one of those flashing orange traffic lights hanging up inside so we had quite the disco atmosphere. We were no worse for the wear except we did both smell pretty bad by the time we got home.
Last week they sprayed our apartment complex for bugs. When we heard the truck coming we had run to shut all the windows since they spray a mix of ddt and diesel. I've still been ending up with bites and right now I have a fat left hand.
Tonight my roommate from college, Katharine, is coming to visit for two weeks. I am very excited especially since my roommate here, Kristen, is leaving me on Thursday to marry my brother.
Sincerely, Joy Christina Eklund
Friday, May 11, 2007
99 degrees and counting
It seems as if I have less and less to say recently but I end up writing the same amount. So I fully do not blame you if you can't put up with reading my ramblings.
- I am starting to write this at 12:30 on Friday afternoon. In the past 30 hours the electricity has been out for 15 hours, including right now.
- I took a taxi home today. Last time I took one Matthew gave me money and made one of the other teachers not only help me get it but also had her ride home with me. Today two guys from my work walked me to the street. While one of them told the taxi driver where to take me and paid him the other wrote down the license number.
- My school is in a canyon and to get to the main road you have to go up a hill, so me and my buddies (one of whom Cristina is pretty sure is the ring leader of all the people that sniff glue in one of the most dangerous areas in the country) were walking up to the road through the neighborhood where most of my students live and I still got this group of men yelling at me informing me of my white beauty and professing their undying love. I thought this only happens when you are by yourself or with a group a girls but no I guess it happens when you are walking with Nica men too. I then took the opportunity to reinforce to Julio that I don't go to clubs. The walk was much more eventful than the taxi ride.
- Another topic I considered addressing that someone somewhere might find interesting is the lack of good cereals here. The other day I had a dream in which I was at Costco and bought a box of Frosted Mini Wheats and it came with a free box of Grape Nuts “Now easier than ever to eat!” It was a pretty detailed dream.
- Last Saturday night I went to the movies and saw the new Spiderman. We went to the VIP theater which costs $6 instead of the regular $3. I'm a fairly cheap person and wasn't going to go but I got a sponsor. In the VIP theater you can order food to be brought to your leather recliner. I brought my own apple and trail mix instead of ordering Sushi but fully enjoyed the comfort of the chairs.
- On Sunday we went to fancy lunch. It was a expensive but I skipped my next to meals so it averaged out not too bad, plus my mom paid. It was definitely worth it because now I can tell people I ate lunch at The Club.
- Between when I started writing this and now I went to the mall and bought new shoes for $12.
- The electricity turned back on at 2:30, seven hours after it went out today.
Love, Joy
PS. I guess if you are expecting a surprise it is that I am coming home on Thursday for the weekend. This isn't a super surprise because chances are if I am going to see you, you already know that I'm coming. But I am very excited and if you live near by I would love to see you but I think I'll be on house arrest of sorts so traveling will be cut to a minimum.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Chaos
I think if I needed to pick one word to describe my teaching situation it would be (as the title suggests) chaos.
How can I start? I'm sorry if this comes across as ranting,
Yesterday morning I got to school pretty close to on-time, I was excited because Friday I hung up a note on the classroom door telling my parents that the 1st graders need to bring in an empty notebook to use only for English. So I was all scheduled to have my students copy a few numbers off the board and then a few more the next day and so-on. That way the students that can't write as well won't feel so overwhelmed. For my first class the majority actually brought them and only a few had to use the paper that I brought for back up. The problem at my school is that I'll have one thing going for me and 100 against me. For example during 1st grade A, Julio, our maintenance man/driver was standing on a table in the middle of the room installing a ceiling fan. Why would anyone think that is an OK thing to do? So there is poor Joy trying to figure out how to teach with this stupidity going on. So I decided to try go outside. But it is really hard to keep 30 first graders under control (regardless of the location) but especially outside when there are other kids from the neighborhood wandering around playing marbles and such. And this is all before 8:30.
It is difficult to describe the behavior in my 1st grade B class. I guess if you take take the worst child you have ever met and imagine 19 of them in a room together and then pick the 3rd worst child you know and add 8 of them, then maybe mix in 2 that are fairly well behaved. There you have a rough estimate. I think maybe 40% of these students brought their books and probably 5 students didn't copy anything off of the whiteboard. Sometimes I keep them after during recess but usually I am about at my tolerance level of being in the same room with them after the first 15 minutes of class, so that's really more of a punishment for me than them. That brings me to 9:15.
9:15 is recess it was fine. Usually I chat with the other teachers or students. Yesterday was more or less the same but the students get so touchy and they're all sweaty and sticky and it as been so hot lately I just can't reciprocate their affections, so I spend a lot of the time swatting them away.
After recreo I teach 2nd grade. Two of them brought in their homework. The page we covered in our book was "where are you from? I'm from________." It's pretty funny since they are all from the same country, city, and barrio and thus pretty pointless to have them ask their classmates where they are from.
Third grade is definitely my best behaved class but I still question whether or not they are actually learning anything, and some of them just won't stop talking and whining. I wanted them to color this picture and had to explain to them that if they don't bring crayons it is their problem not mine, obviously by this point in time I was full of sympathy.
On Monday's I have afternoon classes at school too so usually Cristina comes sometime during my 2 hour break and brings me lunch or we run to a coffee shop, but until she gets there I get to hang out on campus. Today there was a missions team there. Possibly you missed previous e-mails where I shared my opinions on people coming to "help" so I'll give you a brief re-cap. Chaos. This time was a little better since they showed up an hour late which made them not be there until after school was out, I think this defeated their purpose of coming to pass out gifts to select children who then can play with their toys in class while the rest of the students watch. The group was from Texas but one of the girls graduated from Davis so that was exciting.
The second half of my break I spent drinking a caramel macchiato and telling Cristina how stupid my school is.
After break I have 8th, 9th, and 7th grades, in that order. These classes are not only smaller but usually I don't have to stop students from hiding under their desks.
Jeremy's school gave me some old lower elementary class readers so I brought those to class. I passed them out and we went through the stories "Pop!" and "See the Cat?" with little difficulty. Then Julio decided to pick this time to install another ceiling fan. He asked me if he could, I said no, he said he needed to. I don't know why he couldn't do it during the past 2 hours that the classroom was empty. So first he came, then their normal Nicaraguan English teacher came in to say that they needed to take their exams. This took a chunk of time and then I didn't know what to do because there was only five minutes left before the bell was supposed to ring. I really shouldn't have worried because it rang 10 minutes late.
In 9th grade there are a whole six students. When I got there they were still finishing their English exams, when they finished I passed out the readers and had them move to sit under the newly installed fan. On a side note, fans are all fine and dandy but do absolutely nothing when the power is out, which has been happening a lot lately. Anyways I gave them their readers then the director came to ask if I could take a five minute break because this lady needed to come in and take their measurements for new PE uniforms. Even with only six students there is no way that can only take five minutes. When she finally left we continued our reading until the bell rang late, again.
My 7th graders have the best English skills but very low attention spans and it is hard because the range in age from 13 to 18. They also were continually going in and out of the classroom because of fittings. But the lady was going to do it in front of the classroom until I asked her if it was possible to work in the hallway, so that was better I guess. One thing different about the classes here is that the students think once they finish their work they are able to leave, they aren't, right?
That about completes my school day, I got home at four.
Now on to the chaos that is Nicaragua. I will give you my top three stories from the week.
1. Last Monday night the windows got stolen out of my friend's car. Nothing from inside, just the windows.
2. On Friday at around noon, while my neighbors were at a stop light someone started to steal their back lights. Fortunately, the light turned green before they were able to cut the wires. They did however get the Toyota emblem.
3. Saturday morning probably takes the cake. As my roommate was in her car about to have the guards open the gate to let her out, suddenly Nicaraguan special police jumped the fence wearing masks and carrying guns. When they got in, they opened the gate to let in a truck with more police. They ran past her car and spread out to a few apartments to break into. We later found out they were looking for some Mexican drug-lords that were part of a group consisting of Mexicans, Guatemalans, and Nicaraguans that was busted in another town earlier in the week. Two people were arrested. I'm honestly not a big fan of drugs and wish they could have worked on sneaking in Mexican food.
Now on peppier note.
This past week has been pretty social. People came over for dinner a few nights and one night I actually hung out with non-roommates or family. Friday night I saw Letra y Musica and I really liked it. One of the previews before it was for She's the Man which came out in over a year ago and another for The Prince and Me which came out in 2004. On Saturday night I saw The Pursuit of Happyness, on DVD because it still isn't in the theaters here, I liked it but was pretty stressed out by his life being so terrible for so long. I also went to a baby shower and to a different church than normal and to one of the maid's houses in this really cool town about 30 minutes away by car. We went to pay her because she just reupholstered our couch and it looks really good. Plus she took the cushions back and fourth on the hour and a half bus ride she takes every morning to get here.
I had big plans of sending this out first thing this morning to prevent it from being any longer. But once again my idealistic plans got thrown out the window because the electricity was off from 8 to 2:30. But that is all I am going to write about my day.
How are you?
How can I start? I'm sorry if this comes across as ranting,
Yesterday morning I got to school pretty close to on-time, I was excited because Friday I hung up a note on the classroom door telling my parents that the 1st graders need to bring in an empty notebook to use only for English. So I was all scheduled to have my students copy a few numbers off the board and then a few more the next day and so-on. That way the students that can't write as well won't feel so overwhelmed. For my first class the majority actually brought them and only a few had to use the paper that I brought for back up. The problem at my school is that I'll have one thing going for me and 100 against me. For example during 1st grade A, Julio, our maintenance man/driver was standing on a table in the middle of the room installing a ceiling fan. Why would anyone think that is an OK thing to do? So there is poor Joy trying to figure out how to teach with this stupidity going on. So I decided to try go outside. But it is really hard to keep 30 first graders under control (regardless of the location) but especially outside when there are other kids from the neighborhood wandering around playing marbles and such. And this is all before 8:30.
It is difficult to describe the behavior in my 1st grade B class. I guess if you take take the worst child you have ever met and imagine 19 of them in a room together and then pick the 3rd worst child you know and add 8 of them, then maybe mix in 2 that are fairly well behaved. There you have a rough estimate. I think maybe 40% of these students brought their books and probably 5 students didn't copy anything off of the whiteboard. Sometimes I keep them after during recess but usually I am about at my tolerance level of being in the same room with them after the first 15 minutes of class, so that's really more of a punishment for me than them. That brings me to 9:15.
9:15 is recess it was fine. Usually I chat with the other teachers or students. Yesterday was more or less the same but the students get so touchy and they're all sweaty and sticky and it as been so hot lately I just can't reciprocate their affections, so I spend a lot of the time swatting them away.
After recreo I teach 2nd grade. Two of them brought in their homework. The page we covered in our book was "where are you from? I'm from________." It's pretty funny since they are all from the same country, city, and barrio and thus pretty pointless to have them ask their classmates where they are from.
Third grade is definitely my best behaved class but I still question whether or not they are actually learning anything, and some of them just won't stop talking and whining. I wanted them to color this picture and had to explain to them that if they don't bring crayons it is their problem not mine, obviously by this point in time I was full of sympathy.
On Monday's I have afternoon classes at school too so usually Cristina comes sometime during my 2 hour break and brings me lunch or we run to a coffee shop, but until she gets there I get to hang out on campus. Today there was a missions team there. Possibly you missed previous e-mails where I shared my opinions on people coming to "help" so I'll give you a brief re-cap. Chaos. This time was a little better since they showed up an hour late which made them not be there until after school was out, I think this defeated their purpose of coming to pass out gifts to select children who then can play with their toys in class while the rest of the students watch. The group was from Texas but one of the girls graduated from Davis so that was exciting.
The second half of my break I spent drinking a caramel macchiato and telling Cristina how stupid my school is.
After break I have 8th, 9th, and 7th grades, in that order. These classes are not only smaller but usually I don't have to stop students from hiding under their desks.
Jeremy's school gave me some old lower elementary class readers so I brought those to class. I passed them out and we went through the stories "Pop!" and "See the Cat?" with little difficulty. Then Julio decided to pick this time to install another ceiling fan. He asked me if he could, I said no, he said he needed to. I don't know why he couldn't do it during the past 2 hours that the classroom was empty. So first he came, then their normal Nicaraguan English teacher came in to say that they needed to take their exams. This took a chunk of time and then I didn't know what to do because there was only five minutes left before the bell was supposed to ring. I really shouldn't have worried because it rang 10 minutes late.
In 9th grade there are a whole six students. When I got there they were still finishing their English exams, when they finished I passed out the readers and had them move to sit under the newly installed fan. On a side note, fans are all fine and dandy but do absolutely nothing when the power is out, which has been happening a lot lately. Anyways I gave them their readers then the director came to ask if I could take a five minute break because this lady needed to come in and take their measurements for new PE uniforms. Even with only six students there is no way that can only take five minutes. When she finally left we continued our reading until the bell rang late, again.
My 7th graders have the best English skills but very low attention spans and it is hard because the range in age from 13 to 18. They also were continually going in and out of the classroom because of fittings. But the lady was going to do it in front of the classroom until I asked her if it was possible to work in the hallway, so that was better I guess. One thing different about the classes here is that the students think once they finish their work they are able to leave, they aren't, right?
That about completes my school day, I got home at four.
Now on to the chaos that is Nicaragua. I will give you my top three stories from the week.
1. Last Monday night the windows got stolen out of my friend's car. Nothing from inside, just the windows.
2. On Friday at around noon, while my neighbors were at a stop light someone started to steal their back lights. Fortunately, the light turned green before they were able to cut the wires. They did however get the Toyota emblem.
3. Saturday morning probably takes the cake. As my roommate was in her car about to have the guards open the gate to let her out, suddenly Nicaraguan special police jumped the fence wearing masks and carrying guns. When they got in, they opened the gate to let in a truck with more police. They ran past her car and spread out to a few apartments to break into. We later found out they were looking for some Mexican drug-lords that were part of a group consisting of Mexicans, Guatemalans, and Nicaraguans that was busted in another town earlier in the week. Two people were arrested. I'm honestly not a big fan of drugs and wish they could have worked on sneaking in Mexican food.
Now on peppier note.
This past week has been pretty social. People came over for dinner a few nights and one night I actually hung out with non-roommates or family. Friday night I saw Letra y Musica and I really liked it. One of the previews before it was for She's the Man which came out in over a year ago and another for The Prince and Me which came out in 2004. On Saturday night I saw The Pursuit of Happyness, on DVD because it still isn't in the theaters here, I liked it but was pretty stressed out by his life being so terrible for so long. I also went to a baby shower and to a different church than normal and to one of the maid's houses in this really cool town about 30 minutes away by car. We went to pay her because she just reupholstered our couch and it looks really good. Plus she took the cushions back and fourth on the hour and a half bus ride she takes every morning to get here.
I had big plans of sending this out first thing this morning to prevent it from being any longer. But once again my idealistic plans got thrown out the window because the electricity was off from 8 to 2:30. But that is all I am going to write about my day.
How are you?
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