Field day pictures

I know, these were promised last March. Sorry, I had computer glitches. So, here they are now.
Several of this year's 5th graders, with a few others thrown in. Starting with second from the left, Sergio, Deborah, Ariana, and Cristal. (guess which one's not a fifth grader, and tell me what grade you think they're in)




Jancarlo, a 6th grader, doing the long jump.




6th graders, from left to right: Natalia, Johanys, Paola, Zuania.
The middle two are not at CBCS this year.

Several of the 6th grade boys.


More 6th grade girls. From left to right- Rosalin, Darlene, Johanys, Natalia and Raquel, with Ruth Anne in the background


Lower elementary blue team tug of war.


This year's freshmen. From left to right: Cristina, Jadys and Nildaly


Karina, a 5th grader, gets ready for sack races.

More pictures

My pastor and his wife.


Me with a family friend from Texas. Looking at the dress (and the ice cream cup) this must have been before someone bumped into me as I was spooning ice cream into my mouth.



My 16 yr old sister (in the blue dress)

More pics

This is all of us-the last time all of us were together before the wedding.



My sister and brother in law show their true personalities. =)

Pictures, finally

Here goes an attempt to finally post some pictures, since I am at home and can use dad's computer.
These will be a very random assortment going all the way back to last March!

Finally a decent picture of an iguana. This one was taken in the Atlanta Zoo, but is very typical of what I see, although the ones I see in PR seem to be a little more green. Fascinating animals!

Wedding party plus ushers at my sister's wedding this summer.

Speling

(the title's for you, Dawn)
Spelling was always something interesting for me in school, and I find it even more so now that I am teaching in an ESL school. I'd like to share with you the text of a birthday card I received from Ezequiel:

Dear Miss Nething,
I hope that have a good day in your work and have a happy Bierthday and what shout for the revench of Miss Griffin. Piece.

I enjoyed immensely the reading of that card. He is speaking of the 79 water cups trick that I wrote about in my last post. After the cups, with a little help, of course, found their way back to the offender's (Ezequiel's teacher) desk she informed me that this meant war, to which I said, "That's ok, my room has a lock and yours doesn't!" =)
The fifth grade class was greatly entertained by all the proceedings of the day.

My birthday

Well, so far today I've been serenaded at least 3 times, and found 79 cups of water arranged in a grid spaced about 2 inches apart on the floor in my office, making it impossible to get very far past the door. Wish my digital camera was working so I could post pictures. Oh well, when I get my film developed, we'll see how those came out.

A couple of student quotes:

During chapel, Mr Daniels asked the kids if anyone knew what a veteran is. A third grader raised his hand and said "A veteran is someone who doesn't eat meat!"

Yesterday we were singing a Christmas carol from the Huron indians in Canada. We discussed how they talked about hunters instead of the usual shepherds because they were hunters and trappers and had no word for shepherd in their language. We began discussing what it meant that they were hunters, and Christopher raised his hand to say, "Teacher, they must be carnivals!" I told him he probably meant carnivores, and he said, "Yeah, carnivores. Teacher, what's a carnivore?"

Well, life has been crazy recently, but around here I guess it always is. Since I last wrote, much has happened. We had the FBF Carribean Conference, which was really a blessing. This year I was half responsible for the special music schedule. That meant choir numbers, offertories and special music for 9 services within a week. It was quite an experience. I enjoyed meeting new friends and seeing old ones again, including a member of my mission team to Spain in 2002. That week I also received a package that made me smile-now I have a new shirt.
The weekend before conference started, we had a birthday party for Andy, and the weekend after conference we had a surprise birthday party for Carolina. At Carolina's party, we had over 50 people in the home where we had the party. I was in charge of games, and that turned out to be a lot of fun.

Love is in the air!

In Mrs. Encarnacion's first graders' air, to be precise. I don't know why these incidents seem to be restricted to her class, but I have not noticed it in either of the other 2 classes. First grade PE is the highlight of my Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I wish everyone could get to know the special little people that I have the privilege to teach. These kids provide most of my funny sayings by students. A few weeks ago, I was lining the kids up in a certain order to play a game, and I told Juan to go stand between Alexandria and Nathalie. His answer was, "Between Alexandria and Nathalie??? Por fin! (translation-finally!)" I hear from his teacher that it is not a good idea to put him near those two again. She tells me this is not an isolated experience. On Wednesday, we were headed inside from PE, and Carolina raised her hand to tell me, "Teacher, Johnmarco said he loves me!" It was not a complaint, or something that bothered her, she just wanted me to know. Apparently they have to be separated in class because they have been blowing kisses, and touching each other often. And finally, this morning in early arrival, Juan (yes, the same one) raised his hand and said, "Teacher, Nayari is doing to me like this," as he went through the motions of blowing kisses. This one I think was pretty one sided because he did not seem very happy about it.

Vacation?

Last weekend we supposedly had a day of vacation, but I am very much looking forward to this weekend so I can recover from last weekend. On Saturday, we had Fall Fest (a school fundraiser), which meant booths, activities and food for 650+ kids and their parents. The entire week before was spent planning and setting up for this. Quite a busy day, but enjoyable. I was in charge of the art activity, as well as in charge of the art contest. I was rather discouraged when I arrived Saturday morning when half the art projects I had posted the night before were on the floor. Thankfully Priscilla, Valentina and Philip were there and helped me finish putting them up. I would not have finished without their help. The art activity was pretty messy, but then some of the best art projects are the messiest. For 2 tickets, the kids got a piece of paper, and they could either paint with the provided paints and brushes, or use birdseed and glue to make a picture.

On Monday, we had a college and career activity. Janice volunteered me to help her plan it, and we had a great time all around, but we have said that never again will we volunteer to plan something for the Monday after fall fest-too much to do! We split the college kids into 2 teams for a photo scavenger hunt. Each team had a list of pictures that they had to take, including things such as:

□ Everyone waving at a parking lot security guard
□ Guys on the team in front of a gas station selling gas for $0.56
□ Meet someone with the same name as a team member and take a picture of the two of them
□ Picture of group serenading a stranger with a Christmas carol
□ The Driver shaking hands with a McDonald’s manager
□ The reflection of your team in a mirror. (Just the reflection not the actual people.)
□ Your team looking over the edge of a parking garage wall. Picture must be taken from the ground. Team must be on second level or higher

(if you would like a more thorough list, leave a comment with contact info and I can email you the list)
Janice and I had great fun making up the list of pictures. For the bonus, they had to solve a series of riddles to figure out the final word (Spain) which they had to spell by forming the letters with the bodies of team members on the lawn of the fort. Since we planned the whole thing, we were the photographers, and we were not allowed to help our team at all. Half the fun was listening to them try to figure things out. The whole thing was a great success, and we've been told that we're planning the next one too. Maybe someday in all my extra time, I'll post some of the pictures we took.

Wednesday night I was especially thankful for God's protection. It was raining so hard as I went home that I could hardly see, and I missed my exit. Since the only way back home from where I was passed through a street that always floods pretty badly when it rains, I stopped at Burger King until the rain let up enough for me to make it home. I love storms, especially ones with lots of lightning, but it was unnerving to be by myself at night and not able to see the road because of the rain. But God kept me safe, and I made it home.

Hopefully this weekend will be uneventful. There is a ladies fellowship tonight, but after that, I plan on lots of sleep this weekend.

Busy weekend

Nothing much different has happened lately, although I have given an excessive amount of demerits in the past 2 days. Oh well, I think the point got across-I spent a good hour between yesterday and today dealing with 2 boys, and thankfully they realize the problem with what they did and are truly sorry, not just because of the demerits they received.
This weekend promises to be interesting. The plan, at least for right now, consists of going home, and going to bed early to recover some sleep. Tomorrow morning I'm going to a College/high school activity to play volleyball and help out because one of the youth sponsors is out of town. I'm looking forward to the chance to slam a few volleyballs over the net. Perfect stress reliever! I know I'll be sore later, though, because it's been too long since I've played much. I did play some I think it was 2 weeks ago when the highschool was playing volleyball in PE and I was able to join them. After the volleyball thing, the plan is to go to El Morro with Jonathan and Heather, and Janice. I've been before, but none of them have.
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Killer Ceiling Fans!

Mom was right when she warned about getting near the fan. Not that I usually ignore my mom, but I always did wonder how bad a wooden fan blade could hurt-after all, it's not metal, not sharp. How bad could it be? Last night I found out. The wires to my new ceiling fan (it plugs into a wall outlet) are covered in this plastic wire covering stuff which is stuck to my concrete ceiling with double sided tape, and last night the wires began to fall. Smart intelligent me decides to try to stick the wires back without turning off the fan. I know, sounds stupid, but it is awfully hot in my room-if it's only 92 in there, that's a good day, so I didn't really want to turn the fan off. Well, now, the fan is off, and the wires are hanging down from the ceiling instead of running over to the wall and hanging there. Hopefully I'll be able to fix that tonight after getting some more double sided tape.


There's lots of things to write about lately, and I don't know when the next time is that I'll get to sit down here, so I'll throw it all out there today. Last week was adventurous, to say the least. I am now driving my car, I'm pretty used to the clutch and all that, but I am still getting used to the Puerto Rican drivers. I love the puertorican people, but you have to drive like an idiot here to survive-and yes, I include myself in that statement. Some of the things they will do are unbelievable. The Lord has really protected me here. I guess the thing to see will be how I drive when I go home this Christmas. It could be pretty interesting. I'll probably have to plaster all over my dashboard: "This is not Puerto Rico. This is not Puerto Rico." I'll have to remember that in the US stop signs mean something, that if a policeman has his lights on he wants to pull you over, that you can only turn from a turn lane, not all available lanes of traffic, and that the lane markings mean that's how many lanes there are-you can't just make a lane if there's room.


Another part of life in Puerto Rico: Thursday we had school off because we had no water. Not a good thing when you have 650 children who always need to go to the bathroom, get a drink, etc. It seems that a large pump for our area broke, and the water company did not notify anyone. So by the time we learned there was a problem, all 3 of our reserve tanks (this happens a lot) were empty. Now if we had known, we could have saved water and survived on the 3 tanks, but we didn't know until the tanks were empty. So, we got a day off of school. Teachers didn't find out til we got here, so we worked til noon and then went home.


Disturbing thing number 1: Thursday night I decided to listen to a sermon by Jim VanGelderen that my dad had given me to put on my computer. I was rather disturbed when I fould he talked so fast I could not understand him. I guess my brain is conditioned to the rhythm of Spanish. I had never had trouble understanding him the many times I've heard him before, but I was really struggling.


Disturbing thing number 2: Friday night a couple of other teachers and I went to the beach about an hour away to watch the sunset and take pictures. We got to watch the sunset, but it was really too dark to take pictures. We spent an hour or so there just listening to the waves, and all 3 of us on the phone with different people. (it's kinda fun to call and say "Guess where I am" or "Can you hear the water?") When we were ready to leave, we decided to get some pinchos to eat. I had not had pinchos in a long time, and I really wanted some. A pincho is basically pieces of chicken on a stick that has been grilled and slathered in barbecue sauce-good stuff! Anyway, one of the teachers with us knew of this place about 10 minutes away where the pinchos were really good, and the owners were people she had met at her previous church. As soon as we got to the roadside stand and walked up, a man sitting there greeted this teacher, and so did the couple with him. They all began to talk, and we found out that the couple were missionaries assisting missionaries to the military all over the world, and they were headed to Germany the next day. They mentioned the name of one of the missionaries, and it sounded familiar to me, so I asked what his wife's name was. Turns out that this was my first grade teacher and her husband that these people were talking about. By default, they also knew 2 of my piano teachers from elementary school who happen to be related to my first grade teacher. I ended up in a roadside stand in Puerto Rico meeting missionaries headed to Germany to visit my first grade teacher from Texas. Weird!! We did enjoy some good fellowship with these people.


This weekend on our outing to Old San Juan we began planning our College and Career activity for Columbus day (which we get off of school). It should be interesting-a photo scavenger hunt through San Juan. I'm looking forward to it-of course, I know several of the things they'll have to find, so it should be fun.


I was so thankful during choir on Sunday that one of the new teachers is a pianist. We began the final runthrough for the Sunday night choir song, and I realized I had never played the accompaniment before, and it was crazy. We had spent all our time before with me playing parts along with the choir, so I was really scared when I found out we were singing it that night, and I couldn't play it well at all. Thankfully Janice had played it before, so we made a switch-she played, and I sang alto. I would have gotten it with practice, but Sunday afternoon choir practice is too late to practice the accompaniment!


Yesterday I was thankful for Javier, the mechanic up the street. I was dropping off a teacher whose car had been in the shop, and as I was sitting there, he noticed my tire was very low on air. He told me to pull over, and he filled it and didn't charge me anything. I am finding steering so much easier now-I don't have power steering, and it was becoming a challenge.


Now for students: Waldemar is a sweet child who loves all kinds of reptiles, and plans to build his career around them. I think it was mentioned once in a newsletter interview that I like lizards and such, so ever since then every time he sees me he tells me or shows me something. now that he's in my class once a week, I hear from him more often. Like the time he came to me before class, and said, "Teacher, my snake has the same birthday as me!" On a sadder note, his book report book is by Steve and Terri Irwin-as I walked past, he showed it to me, and said, "He was my inspiration!" I don't know that I've ever seen a sadder face on a child. Finally, last week he showed me a snake magazine he has, and after school he brought by the subscription card so I could sign up for it too. I appreciate the thought, but I don't think $40 for a reptile magazine (while it would be interesting) would be the best investment of my money. Oh well.


Often my first graders will giggle when I speak Spanish to them. I only do this on the occasion that my English is not getting their attention, or when one of the children who is new to English needs to understand very clearly what we are doing. They tell me that my Spanish is not bad, it's just funny. Apparently even if their teacher has Spanish as their first language the kids laugh when the teacher speaks Spanish. I guess after the intense work in kindergarten to teach them English, they expect that all teachers speak English only. One day in piano, Nicole was giggling at me again, so I asked her if my Spanish was funny. She said, "No teacher, it's that you moved your nose!"


And finally, on Thursdays and Fridays, I watch K4, K5 and 1st grade from 7:00 to 7:30 in the lunchroom until their teachers come to pick them up. For the kindergarteners, this is the only time I see them. Last Thursday morning, Alejandra in K5 walked in and gave me a hug. She used to come in crying every morning, but has graduated to a very serious face-in fact I've never seen her smile. After she hugged me, she stepped back, and with a very solemn faced told me, "Te quiero mucho!" (I love you a lot!)

Iguanas

Well, it's been over a month since I've written anything. Life has been crazy, and the internet has been down. Things are going well, though. My Spanish is improving, I think, though Amy says it getting worse. She laughs at my Puertorican accent. =) I am really enjoying PE. They provide me with many amusing moments. One day we were walking across campus to the basketball court, and Shania had her hand in the air the whole time. I kept telling her that I was not answering questions while we were in line and on our way somewhere. Finally when her part of the line walked past me, she leaned over, hugged, me, and said, "I love you, teacher." That's why she was raising her hand and I kept telling her to put it down. As we continued walking that same day, several of the children suddenly started saying "Mira, teacher!" ("Look, teacher!") "Iguanas!" When I looked, about 20 feet away were 2 large iguanas heading our direction. They were probably the largest ones I had seen since I've been here, and my guess is that they were a bit longer than a first grader is tall, and therefore fairly scary to the kids. I crossed the sidewalk to the other side of the line putting myself between the iguanas and my children, though I don't really know what I would have done had the iguanas come running. It did seem to calm the kids some, though. I just told them to wave hello to the iguanas and keep walking. I heard a chorus of "Hello, Mr. iguana!", then they kept walking and made it safely to the basketball court. Too bad I didn't have my camera with me. I think iguanas are fascinating, and would love to have one. Another day during PE, I asked if anyone had questions about the game we were playing, and one boy raised his hand to say, "Teacher, when I was born, I was very sick and had to stay in the hospital for a very long time." Not sure where that one came from, but I just kept going. later that same day, the same child raised his hand in the middle of something else to tell me that he had a new baby cousin.
Monday on the way back from PE, they were instructed several times to stay on the sidewalk-cars are coming into the parking lot getting ready for dismissal, so it's really a safety issue as well as one to keep their lines straight. Two or three of them stepped off onto the pavement, and when I looked at the end of the line, I saw Rochellie step off into the grass and stand there for a couple of seconds, probably to see if I would notice. Of course when she saw me looking, she immediately stepped back onto the side walk. This was a particularly frustrating PE day for me, because they were not listening at all. So, when I headed back to the court to pick up my equipment, and found the high school boys playing volleyball for PE, I joined them and slammed a few balls over the net since I had a free half hour and I was already in my PE clothes. What a great stress reliever! Of course since I haven't been playing volleyball for a while, I'm feeling it now, but it was great fun.
Another thing I had not thought of in relation to PE is shoelaces. They are supposed to know how to tie their shoes from kindergarten, but invariably at the beginning of class I will have anywhere from 5-10 with their shoes untied. I used to tie them myself, but have lately been having the ones who do tie shoes helping their classmates. Takes a lot less time.

This year's visitation has been interesting so far. I don't know if I've explained it here before, but our church's visitation program is basically to schedule visits in the home of each child in the school since the majority of them come from non Christian homes. The way things are set up here with gated communities does not make it very practical or even possible sometimes for a door to door type thing. The teacher will go into the home, talk about how the child is doing in school, ask if the parent has any questions, and then explain that this is also a visit from the church, and try to share the gospel. We have seen many of the parents saved, and several families brought into the church. The second visit I was scheduled for was an hour to an hour and a half away, I was supposed to be translating, and I was sick. Mom was praying and so were some others that I would be able to think and help communicate. Thankfully I was able to breathe the whole time, and the father wanted to practice his English, but we did speak Spanish a lot. The visit went fairly well, we found out that the parents were Christians and that they frequently take missions trips. This week, we set out on a visit that was supposed to be very close, but we could not find the place that was written down on the information card. After about 20 minutes of searching, and 2 or 3 phone calls, we finally figured out that the address on the card was the child's grandmother, and the place we had been given directions to was the child's house. When we got there, we found out that the family was another Christian family, but this time I had to do more translating. The mother understood a lot of English, but did not speak much. I'm really enjoying these opportunities to use the Spanish I know. Some day I will be fluent, at least I'm working on that.

And finally, the funny translation for the week: one of the new college students trying to learn English translated this line "una mama, un papa, y muchos hermanos" into "A mother, a potato, and many siblings." The line should have been translated into "a mother, a father and many siblings," but an accent was missed, resulting in the potato mistake. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard.

First grade PE

Well, I'm now a pe teacher! I had the first day of first grade pe today, and it was interesting. I know next week will be better because I'll actually get there on time, and hopefully it won't be raining. The scheduling problem I have is that I'm teaching 6th grade music until 1:50 and 1st grade pe starts at 1:45. Today we had the 1st grade wait with their teacher, but starting next week, Mr. Ruiz will stay with 6th grade and I will leave a little early to get 1st grade. Hopefully that will fix things. My schedule this year has been so crazy, but I guess I'll never be bored.


I know there's tons of things I keep wanting to write about, but when I can get to the computer I can never remember them. So instead, here's a list of things I'm thankful for right now

1. God's sovereignty
2. This beautiful island
3. The incredible Puerto Rican people
4. The opportunities I have had to learn and practice Spanish
5. The clear and unmistakable way the Lord has led in my life
6. Good friends...God has given me so many
7. My car!
8. My phone (even though the battery has problems)
9. My second year of teaching-what a huge difference to already know people and procedures. I am loving my job more and more.
10. PE-I get to run around and play with first graders (all of their teachers have asked me to be sure to make them very tired)
11. Computers and the internet
12. Many lessons the Lord taught me this summer
13. My dad's health
14. My little brother who wrote me a letter saying, "I miss you so much, I love you."
15. My brother who's going to college next week
16. My sister whose volleyball games I'm missing =(
17. My brother who is a sports nut (wait, isn't that all of them? but I think this one is crazier than the rest)
18. My brother who just started Jr High
19. My sister who is a great artist, and really hilarious if you listen long enough and see her when she doesn't know you're watching
20. My little sister with such a tender heart she cried watching Ronald Reagan's funeral (she was 4), cried the whole way through another sister's wedding ceremony, and went to see Dad one morning at school crying because she was worried about him (he just had surgery to remove a skin cancer)
21. My little sister who is the youngest of 10 with tons of energy and an adorable smile
22. My sister who just got married-we can have entire paragraphs of conversation in our heads while only saying individual words (it was so fun to confuse her boyfriend before they got married)
23. My mom who's really funny and smart

A new year

This will be a quick one. I taught my first class of the year today. This year's 5th grade class has such a different spirit from last years class. I think I'm really going to enjoy them. This morning I helped get children out of cars and enjoyed watching the traffic jam (I say enjoyed because I wasn't involved in the traffic) that the parents of the students created. I'm still amazed at how "easily" we get 600 students into the school in the mornings. The rest of today will be taken up trying to figure out my schedule. So far I have 35 piano students signed up, am in the classroom 7 hours a week, chapel 3 hours a week, with a possible 3 hours of PE, but we'll have to wait and see on the PE. I'm wondering how many different versions of the schedule I'll have to make before it finally works. That's all I have time for right now. Sometime soon I have to post pictures of my "new to me" car so my mom can see what it looks like.

I'm still alive

I'm back in Puerto Rico in my apartment without internet access. I've been spending time making a blanket for my sister, tinkering around on my computer, watching various ballgames (Braves, World Cup, and ladies volleyball PanAmerican cup), reading and talking on the phone. I have internet access right now because tonight I am spending the night with a family from church so that Mrs. Santiago will not have to wake her children up to take them to the airport with her when she picks up some friends at 2 AM. She was kind enough to give me a driving lesson today. I do know how to drive, but not a manual transmission. Since the car I was given is manual transmission, Mrs. Santiago has been helping me learn to drive it. It has been an adventure! Hopefully an adventure that will be over soon. I am very thankful to have the car, and I will be even more thankful when I learn to drive it so I am not stuck at home. Even though there are a lot of people gone this summer, I have really been enjoying being back here and getting to know these people a little better than is possible during the school year. Have I mentioned that I love it here? God has been so good to me in placing me in a place that, while it is not perfect (nowhere is), is a wonderful fit for me. The people are great too. =)

Wedding pictures

Two of my little sisters-two of the 3 flower girls.

I'll post more pictures later-I wasn't able to finish while I was home, and it may be a while before I can post more, but I'll try.

Life as a dictator

....at least that's what my little brother says I'm being. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything. Lots has happened since May 17, the last time I posted anything. I left Puerto Rico on June 1, at 7:00 AM. I was exhausted when I left, because the day before, I got up at 6 AM to do laundry before going to the beach at 8. When I got back from the beach, I fixed lunch, then fell asleep on the couch for about 30 minutes. When I woke up, I called Ariel and Andrea, because we were supposed to go to the motor vehicle place to transfer the car title to my name. We didn't realize that it woukd take 4 hours, though! I got back to the apartment at 6:10, and we had to leave around 6:25 to get to church. After the church service, I talked to a lot of people and said a lot of goodbyes to people I will not see again for a very long time. I got home around 10 or so, and called my mom. Around 1AM I finally got off the phone (no, I wasn't talking to my mom that whole time, a couple of other people called, and I called a couple of other people), and as soon as I got off the phone, I started packing and cleaning. I know I should have done that earlier, but I was so busy that it didn't happen. I finished packing about 4:20 AM, 10 minutes before we needed to leave for the airport. I didn't get to sleep again until sometime around 4 that afternoon, so I was understandably exhausted. The next Monday started serious preparations for my sister's wedding, including painting numerous parts of our house. Monday night (or tuesday morning) we went to bed at 3, Tuesday night at 3, Wednesday night 1:30 or 2, Thursday night 11:30, Friday night 2, Saturday 12 and sunday night I don't even remember. So really, I'm still recovering from the lost sleep. The wedding really did go well, and I'll post a few pictures soon. Now to the reason I'm called a dictator. All day Sunday, my dad was sick, and Sunday night we left church early to go home and take him to the ER. He came back sometime around 1AM, and on Tuesday went to the doctor for a followup visit. They decided on Tuesday that he needed to have his galbladder out, so early Wednesday morning, mom took him in. They were hoping to do it laparoscopically, and send him home Wed night, but that didn't happen, so as of right now, he is still in the hospital, but we are hoping he'll be able to come home tomorrow. Since Wednesday, I have been playing mom to 8 of my younger brothers and sisters, and you know what, a large part of that has been spent being a chauffer! Then again, I knew it was going to be that way. So far we have been doing pretty well, but we will all be glad when mom and dad come home and things are back to normal. Ian says that I'm being a dictator, but that's the way it has to be when you are trying to keep 9 people organized, get them everywhere they need to go, and make sure they get done everything that needs to get done. Right now they're all supposed to be taking naps, which means a little more peace and quite than usual, really the only reason I can type this long. This entire vacation has been very crazy, but the Lord has been teaching me so much about patience and trust. Even though I'm exhausted and things are crazy, I'm very thankful for the lessons I've been learning.

How I got here (part 2)

Well, we survived the moving trip to Georgia, and the first person we met was the principal. I was impressed right away with his kindness when my little sister (who was about 5 at the time) introduced herself by saying, "I'm Anna Elizabeth Nething" and he replied, "Well, I'm Timotheus Lee!" Most everyone was kind, but that first year was pretty rough. 7th grade can be a trying time to begin with, but having just moved and knowing no one made it worse. I remember sitting in class the first few days thinking "I should be starting jr high with Reylan, Demarcus, Shannon, the other Sarah, the Jennifers, and the Nicoles (there were 2 of each of those in my class)." I joined the track team in 7th grade, and I think that helped a lot. When I was in 9th grade, the youth pastor announced a missions trip to Mexico. I didn't really know any Spanish, but as I had said many years before, any chance to go on a missions trip I would take. I don't remember how much money we had to come up with, but it was somewhere around $300. After all the interviews and meetings and stuff, the team was made up of 7 girls. Rachel, Leila, Kristy,Valerie, Helena, me, and Tiffany Stokes. Mrs Jones had not been planning on going, but with the team made up entirely of girls, she and Pastor Mike both came with us. We took the trip with Oremex , an organization that among other things helps churches take missions trips in to Mexico. Often, more than one church is involved in the trip, and that was the case with our trip. Another church from Georgia, about and hour and a half south of us went the same week. During the week we helped a small church with VBS. The things we could do were pretty limited because of the language barrier, but it was a good time. We also helped build offices on the roof for the pastor who had given up his office to build bathrooms for visiting teams. I learned a lot that week in Mexico, and the Lord used one of the missionaries we were working with to challenge me about some things.In tenth grade, I started Spanish class, which I mostly enjoyed. Mrs. Pittman drilled the vocab and verbs into our heads, and I was very thankful for that when I started college Spanish. Eleventh grade was my second and last year of high school Spanish.All this time, pretty much since the same time I felt the Lord wanted me to be a missionary, I also had wanted to be a doctor. More specifically I wanted to be a pediatric neurosurgeon. I can see now that the Lord probably used an uncontrollable shaking in my hands (which would be disastrous in brain surgery) to steer me in a different direction. I'm not sure where the desire came from, but I have always been (and still am) fascinated with anything medical. Part of it, I'm sure, was that my dad is a science teacher. Because of that we were always being exposed to one thing or another whether it was being woken up at 2 AM to see a comet crash into Jupiter (at least I think that's what it was-everything's foggy at at that hour), helping dad practice for his dissections in class, or tagging along on a field trip to Johnson Space Center in Houston as a prize for one of dad's students. I remember times in highschool when one of my brothers or sisters injured themselves, and there was so much blood that mom and dad made me look at it (because the blood didn't bother me) and tell them what it was so they could describe it to the doctor over the phone. I remember telling my mom that she needed stitches in her finger after she cut it on a can-she didn't really want to look at it. I also had the amazing opportunity to be present for the birth of my brother who is now in second grade. (wow, I feel old!) Needless to say, in high school I fit every possible science into my schedule, even taking Physics and Chemistry in the same year in back to back hours in my dad's classroom. However, through all this, the Lord had other plans for me.

Almost done!

It has been a while since I've given a real update on what's going on here, so I'll give it a shot now. I'm quite likely to forget some things, but I'll try to remember. My trip to Greenville in April was wonderful. I spent some time with my sister on Monday the week I went. We went to Paris Mountain and Reedy River and took a lot of pictures. I was able to go to my Spanish church several times during the week, which I really enjoyed. I was also able to visit Agnew Rd., the church where my former high school choir director is now pastor. They didn't know I was coming, so that was fun. I ran into old friends and old roommates, even some I wasn't expecting. The first couple days I was wandering around campus were interesting, because every five minutes or so, someone would see me, scream, and come running. Only a few people knew I was coming, mostly because I was so busy I neglected to tell people I was coming. I really think that made it more fun. I stayed with Amy in CVA the whole week, and we enjoyed ourselves getting some work done as well as catching up (even though I talk to her on the phone almost every week, it's been a while since we've seen each other).
The weekend after I came back, we began the soccer tournament. My girls lost their first round game 4-3, but they did so well! I was sad, mostly because they were, but they really did their best, and were just starting to put everything together that we've worked on all season. The second round was supposed to happen on Saturday, but torrential rains turned the soccer field into a mud pit, and we postponed the rest of the tournament to the next Thursday. In the second round, we played for 3rd place. All my girls showed up for the game, and they played the best soccer I have ever seen them play. The offensive players were passing, and playing together, and the defense was really on top of things. They did almost everything I asked, which was really nice. We won that game 3-1, with 2 goals scored by Sydney, who hadn't scored once all season. Valerie scored the other goal, and on the way back down the field, she turned to me and said, "I finally faced the right way!" She's an aggressive player, and probably the best on the team, but she had this problem of her shots just missing the goal because she was trying too hard for the corners. It took all season for it to sink in that if you face diagonally when you kick the ball, it's not going to go straight. Also, during half time, the girls came and said, "Teacher, we're doing your plan!" All season, I worked at convincing them that to me, defense is just as important as offense. Some of them tend to think that if they're not put in the offensive positions, they're not important. Anyway, one of the things I would say to my defenders is that their job was to keep the goalie bored-they should get the ball down the field long before the other team has a chance to score. So when half time came, they were very excited that so far, our goalie was bored. They were so excited at the end of the game, it was almost as if we had won the championship. Oh, almost forgot, we actually scored all 4 of the goals scored in the game-one of my defenders accidently kicked the ball into our goal while she was trying to get it out. Oh well. I really enjoyed getting to know the girls during the season. They all learned and grew so much. I especially enjoyed the interesting discussions they would start as we sat waiting for the games. My two favorites were, "Teacher, the Bible says love your enemies. Do I have to love Satan?", and "Teacher, is God going to come today?" The second conversation was especially interesting, since they were talking about what will happen at the rapture.
Last Sunday, my roommate was sick, so she took me to church, but I had to find a ride home. I thought I had a ride, but it didn't work out, so I was going to call Priscilla and have her come get me (which she had said she would do if she had to). The only problem was that I couldn't get ahold of her, because she was sleeping. Well, when Mrs. Santana saw me in the parking lot trying to call Priscilla, she asked if I had a ride. When she found out I didn't, I got in trouble for not telling her earlier. The Santanas took me with them to Longhorn, where we celebrated Mr. Santana's mom's birthday. When we got back to church at night, I was instructed again that if I ever need a ride, I had better tell them. I think I've learned my lesson. =)
Last Thursday, we had our teacher appreciation banquet, which I really enjoyed. We ate at one of the fanciest restaurants I've ever been to. They handed out service awards, and Longhorn certificates for those with perfect attendance. The best part of teacher appreciation was that we had Friday off! I went bowling with 12 other people, mostly teachers, and a few college students. It was only the second time I had gone bowling, but it wasn't too bad. However, it was sad to find out as we were returning our shoes that mine were the same size as Walter's, one of the seventh grade teachers. And if you're wondering, that doesn't mean his feet are small!
This week has been interesting. Several of my piano students are doing very well. I've been giving them things to do for their last lesson, so we've been looking at a lot of things. This weekend is Mother's day, as well as college graduation, so it will for sure be busy.
It's also nice to have the college students from BJ back.

Iglesia Bautista Fundamental Tabernaculo

I just found my church's website today and enjoyed looking through the pictures and the missionary list. I am so thankful that the Lord directed me to this church for my last 2 years in Greenville. I learned so much under Pastor Fernandez's preaching. The music is conservative, and the congregational singing is very enthusiastic, which is not always easy to find. The people sing with all their hearts and it is a blessing just to listen. I also made many friends, learned Spanish, and grew spiritually in the weekly youth group meetings. If you're ever in Greenville and looking for a Spanish speaking church, I highly recommend Tabernaculo. (This post really isn't as random as it may seem-I was in Greenville a week ago and was able to be at my church 5 times)

All that to say, I miss my church!

www.iglesiatabernaculo.org

How I got here (part 1)

Well, since I finally have a little bit of time, I'm going to attempt the story of how I ended up here. It's a rather long one, so I'll probably break it down into a few chunks. I guess it all started back sometime in elementary school. I was saved when I was 4 1/2, not long before my family moved to Texas. I remember as far back as first and second grade being fascinated with missionary presentations and not being able to shake the feeling that maybe God wanted me to be a missionary. I remember sometime around fourth grade a man coming to church and anouncing a missions trip and I was so upset because I was not old enough to go. I decided right then and there that if the opportunity ever arose for me to go on a missions trip, I would do it. While we lived in Texas, my parents were in charge of our church's bus ministry. That meant that on Saturdays we spent almost all day visiting the families of the kids we picked up on Sundays. Much of the time I hated going, because we were gone for a long time, and it was always so hot, especially during the summer. Looking back, I can see God's direction in my life starting even in the visitation that I didn't like. Many of our families were Hispanic, and when we visited on Saturdays, we would invariably be invited into their homes. My extremely "spiritual" (ha) memories of the visits were the times that these families would prepare food for us, usually from their native country. They were so hospitable, and the homemade flour tortillas and other things they made for us were so delicious. The Lord was using this time in my life to plant a love and burden for Spanish speaking people in my heart. I don't doubt God's sovereignty in leading my dad to an area so heavily populated with Hispanics. I did, however, doubt his wisdom when my dad informed us that we would be moving to Georgia the summer after my 6th grade year. There were many things I knew I would miss about Texas, the top of the list being my friends. I did not look forward to starting jr high with a group of kids I didn't know. I was also upset that I would not get to study Texas history. Weird, I know, but when we studied it in 4th grade, I became so fascinated that I could hardly wait to get to 8th grade when we could spend the whole year studying it. Of course, Mr Russell made almost every school subject fascinating, but history just topped it all, and I just couldn't wait. And now that I was so close to 8th grade and Texas history, my dad was saying we were going to move! I was not very happy at all about the whole idea, but I really didn't have a choice. Actually, I had the choice in how I reacted: I cried the entire trip to Dallas, which was 2-2 and 1/2 hours.

Help!!

I'm going nuts! Actually, I'm ok, it's just that this week has been and will continue to be a little crazy. I'm leaving for Greenville Saturday afternoon, and I have not had an evening at home to clean, get things done and pack since Saturday, and I won't have one between now and when I leave. All for a good cause, though. Monday night is normally visitation, but since I didn't have a scheduled visit, I went with the group that normally goes to Walmart or Kmart to pass out tracts. We have to be careful that we only give them to people who are exiting the store. I hear that in the past there has been danger or threat of arrest, so when a policeman approached one of the college guys, he was naturally a little nervous. Jose told us that the policeman was asking him questions, and he just felt prompted to basically preach to the guy. After talking for a while, the policeman trusted Christ as his Savior. It was a blessing to see Jose's excitement, and a blessing to hear how the Lord turned a potentially scary situation into a witnessing opportunity.
Last night I had a scheduled visit to the home of a second grade student. His parents are solid Christians and the kind of parents any teacher would love to deal with. Their home was in the mountains, so there was land and quite that I thoroughly enjoyed, since I live in the city and don't see much of it.
Tonight is church, sign language class, and choir practice afterwards for chapel tomorrow.
Thursday night is college choir practice, and practice with the men's quartet for Easter.
Friday is soccer game (the last before playoffs) and after the game a concert at the fine arts center. If I remember correctly, it's the Emerson string quartet. Not quite sure what they're playing, but it should be nice.
After all that fun, I'll be leaving for the airport around noon on Saturday.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I have to figure out my taxes, and figure out how to deal with Puerto Rican taxes as well as US and state taxes.

Halfway through

I can't believe this second semester is almost over! So much has happened lately that it would take more than the little bits of time I've had to write about any thing, that and the internet's been down for about 4 days. Field day was quite the adventure, I shall have to post pictures (I took 87) hopefully after this Parent Teacher Meeting stuff is over. PTM is tomorrow. Hopefully everything will go well. I have a few kids with pretty low grades in music classes, mostly because of not turning things in. Not much I can do about that. I guess the most exciting recent news (at least for me) is that I will be going to Greenville for my spring break in about 3 weeks!!!! All the details for that has kept my mind rather busy lately.

"That changes everything"

Usually when I quote my students, it's because they said something funny. This time, one of them said something that has stuck with me for several days. I can usually tell when my students haven't practiced. When they have more interest in talking, and humming, and general wandering around the room before they sit down and get their books out, Ibegin to suspect that maybe they didn't practice. On Friday, I knew for sure that Alex hadn't practiced (because he misplaced his notebook and hadn't had it for over a week), but he was still humming, putting off playing, etc. I heard him singing under his breath "Joy to the world, the teacher's dead." He's not the type of kid that actually hates his teachers, but from what I can gather, his classmates had been singing it, and he picked it up, not really thinking about what he was singing. I asked him not to sing it, not because I was personally offended because I'm a teacher (my skin's a little thicker than that), but because of obvious problems with the song. He asked me why I didn't like it, and I said, "First of all, the words go against the Bible."
"They do?"
"Yes, in Exodus it says thou shalt not kill"
Then he made the statement "That changes everything, then!"
Does it really change everything for me? or do I continue to do what I want to do conveniently ignoring the Bible's commands against whatever it is?
I'm thankful that Alex has a tender heart, and that God used him to point out that what the Bible says really should change everything we say and do.

First soccer game

We have our first game today. I'm really hoping one of my players was able to get ahold of her mom to tell her to come later to pick her up. If she doesn't, well, I guess it's my fault if Valerie has to leave early. I didn't really discuss the fact that our team played second on Friday. Oops! This will be interesting. On Tuesday, the people in charge decided that we needed to make a trade form my team to one of the weaker teams, so that the games would be more evenly balanced. I lost one of my sixth graders, and I have gained a fourth grader that I have never met before.
My high school girls basketball team won their game yesterday. I really enjoy the coaching, but it takes up more of your mind than I realized. We ended up winning by 1 point, but it shouldn't have been even that close. The other team has 2 really tall girls, and when I was giving some of the other kids a chance to play, I conveniently forgot the fact that I needed to leave Cristina in because she's the only one tall enough to come close to defending those two. Oh well, it all worked out eventually. So far our record is 2-1.
The middle school and high school students today have ben asking every person they see to sponsor them for a walkathon to earn money for a science lab. I have told every one of them to aske me later after I have a chance to think about how much I can help. A science lab is a worthy cause, I've just had to decide that I'll only sponsor kids I teach, since it could quickly snowball if I didn't do that.
As for piano lessons, every child except one now has their piano books. 2 so far have finished their books and bought new ones, 2 more are within 1-2 lessons of finishing their books, and several more are coming close.
Monday we have off of school, and I'm planning on going to a Spanish ladies conference sponsored by a Christian college in Bayamon. David Cortes and his wife (from Mexico) are doing the speaking. I'm glad for the day off school, as well as the opportunity to go to this conference.

First soccer practice

Yesterday was pretty interesting. We're playing with seven girls on the field at once, and at practice yesterday I had exactly seven. I really enjoyed the drills and stuff, and during the scrimmage, I was reminded once again how much trouble I would be in as a coach if this weren't just intramural. I could never stay in the proper prescribed place for a coach. After the first basketball game I coached, I wondered why I was so tired. During the second game, I discovered that it was becaused I walked up and down the sidelines during the whole game. This was not just a leisurely stroll, I was walking fast and hard! The first soccer game is Friday. I'm really looking forward to this coaching thing. I have a really good group of girls with sweet spirits who are willing to listen. They have made it fun for me. I'm enjoying getting to know my students outside of class.

Walmartian adventures

Walmart is always an interesting trip, but this Wednesday it was especially fun. I really didn't have that many things to get, so Avieria and I just wandered through the store looking and talking. The first part of the fun happened in the shoe aisle. I made a beeline for the clearance shelves and started looking for my size. They usually don't have the size anywhere that fits me best, so I end up settling for something that's a little too big. It's even rarer to find my size on clearance, so when I saw a box with the correct size on the top shelf underneath 5 other boxes, I was pretty exited. To make it even better, the price was $5! So, ignoring the sign that says ask for assistance with items on the top shelf, I tried to get the box down. I really was tall enough to get it, but there was an edge that stuck out that the box was behind, and with all those boxes on top of it, it was hard to get the box high enough to go over the edge. While I was attempting my disobedience to the posted walmart request, a manager (or something like that) came along and asked if we needed help. We said yes, and the woman went off to find someone. We should have learned our lesson and waited for help, but it took so long that we decided to try again. This whole time, Avieria was saying, "Watch, we get the box down, and it won't even be the size you want!" This time she helped me work at the box, and between the two of us, we were able to get it down. Finally, I had the box with the wonderful $5 shoes in it! I took off the lid, and found..........nothing! Not only was there not the right size in the box, there was absolutely nothing in it! Right about this time, the manager person came back with help to find Avieria and I laughing so hard we could hardly talk to tell her we didn't really need the help. We kept looking in the shoe section for a while, and I could hear the workers talking about the crazy people finally getting the box down that had nothing in it. Oh well, I guess I didn't really need that pair of shoes.
Our next adventure happened in the checkout line. We found some tshirts in the clothes section that were pretty amusing, and we were discussing which ones we needed to get and wear home for our mothers to see. As we were talking, I noticed this man in the next line over repeatedly looking at us, and turning around to talk to the lady with him. I said something to Avieria about the man talking about us, when he asked her "Do you speak spanish?" She said no, but pointed to me and said that I did. It turns out that when they heard us talking, they figured that we were americans (I wonder where they got that idea ). The man was saying something about this package that he had, and I understood the words, but I wasn't quite sure what he wanted me to do. I was thinking, yes, the instructions are in English, yes, I read English, but I didn't know what part he needed to know about. Finally he just handed me the package and said, "explain this to me!" It was a box with a bottle of some sort of dog medicine inside, and there were no spanish instructions to be found. He wanted to know how much of the medicine to give his dog. The instructions said to give 1 teaspoon for every 10 pounds of dog. The only problem was that I could not remember the word for teaspoon, and there was no one around who could help me come up with it. So I told him, "you use one of these (and pointed to the English word) for every 10 pounds of dog." That much I could handle. It didn't get the point across though, so I said " maybe there's something inside" hoping that there was one of those little measuring cups inside that I could look at to help him. Thankfully, we opened the box up, and sure enough, there was a little measuring cup resting right on top of the bottle and I was able to point to the measurement line and tell him how much he needed to give his dog. Hopefully he understood the instructions, and the dog survived the medicine!

Playing with $50,000

Or maybe I should say 'on' $50,000. This Saturday we went to Plaza Las Americas again, and of course I was forced to wander into the piano store that has been there since Christmas. Last time I went they had about half as many pianos, and I was hesitant to ask to play one since there is no chance of me even thinking about buying one. This time I was walking around looking at the new pianos, when the people running the store asked if they could help. I told them I was just looking, that I'd never be able to afford one of the pianos in the store. I also told them I was a piano teacher in the area. They were very kind even though they knew I wasn't going to buy, and they said if I needed any help to ask. I was about to leave, when Janelle (one of the college girls) asked if we could play one of the pianos. We were told "Of course! Whichever one you want!) I walked around the store looking, and stopped for a minute at a Yamaha 7' 6" concert grand, since my church in Georgia used to have something similar to it. I was going to choose probably a Boston piano since I've never played one of those, but when I stopped at the Yamaha, they brought the bench over for me to sit on and play. Then I looked at the price. I would have to pick the most expensive piano in the store! Almost $50,000! My dad says that's about what his first house cost, and at that price it'd better be a two-bedroom piano. I sat down and decided to play the arrangement of MADRID (Mr. Coleman, see what I learned in hymnology?), the tune that we usually sing with the text "Come, Christians, Join to Sing," that was the first piece on my sr recital. It was an easy choice, since it's the only one that I can play memorized without prior practice. The piano played beautifully, especially the lower ranges. I enjoyed every minute of it, and thanked the store people profusely when I was finished. They said, "No, thank you!" I think they enjoyed the extra people walking in the store and standing outside the window. I must say that was slightly unnerving to me, though. Maybe next time, after I've practiced Malaguena, I'll go back. I would love to play that piece on one of those pianos, only a big piano can really do justice to it. That was my weekend adventure.
This week has been fairly uneventful, but nice, especially since I finally got my new schedule worked out. This means no glaring 3 hour gaps without lessons, and about 6 fewer lessons after school. It also means that I have time to coach soccer which I know hardly anything about (I know the rules, but not much about how to instruct). I met my team yesterday and we start games next week. The sports program is intramural, and I have girls from 4th, 5th, and 6th grade. Only 3 or 4 of them have ever played before, so this could be interesting. I have decided, though, that I don't mind being called coach, even though I hate being called teacher.

Life in PR

Strange things happen here sometimes. This afternoon, we sat at a traffic light for the longest time I think I have ever sat at a traffic light in my life, and we were the first ones at the intersection. We were on the way from picking up supper, and we stopped at a light. At some point after we stopped, I uncovered my Mc Flurry and got started eating it. By the time we finally got a green light, I was within 4 bites of finishing it! I wasn't eating fast either-I like to make desserts last.

Also, it seems that some truckers here have this habit of naming their trucks, presumably after a loved one, or something. On the road today, I saw this huge dump truck, and right across the front grill it read "Abuela Maria". Now I'm sure she appreciated the thought, but I'm not so sure that if I was "Grandma Mary" that I'd want a dump truck named after me.

Conversations with my students

During music class Monica raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, when you were in fifth grade, did you ever tell your teacher that the dog ate your homework?" I told her, "No, Monica, I never did that....I never had a dog!"
I'm still wondering how that came up in music class.

After piano lessons, Isabel was being her usual dramatic self and flopped onto the ground in the hallway. "Teacher, I think I broke my scapula!" she said. When I asked her if she knew where/what that was, she said yes and pointed to her backside. (for those who don't know, the scapula is the shoulder blade)

During a discussion of loud sounds and soft sounds in her piano lesson, Bianca (first grade) and I started to talk about animals, and I asked her what her favorite animal was. She replied without hesitation and with a huge grin on her face, "Skunks!" When asked why, she said, "Because they are black and white, and for me they are so pretty!"

Things I'm thankful for

1. Cell phones
2. Verizon
3. Good friends with cell phones who also have verizon
4. advice and encouragement
5. chocolate
6. my students, even the ones who leave their piano books in their school desk over the entire Christmas break
7. flip flops and flip flop weather
8. coworkers that make me laugh
9. God's faithfulness even when we are unfaithful
10. computers, email and the internet

That's the current rundown. There's more, but for right now these are the ones most on my mind. God is good!

Back to work

I'm back from hibernation. Actually, I just went home for Christmas, and computer time on a computer that's not mine was not found in abundance. I generally had enough time to check email. Anyway, I got back to PR on Monday after a wonderful Christmas break. I really enjoyed myself, though I probably did spend a little too much money. I ended up buying a few things that are hard to get here, as well as some warm shoes since my flip flops and sandals didn't really do the job in the "frigid" (at least compared to where I am now) Georgia weather. Seeing my family was nice-the kids have really shot up in the last five months. Seeing the cat was alright, she seems to like me. Now that I'm back, Priscilla's cat bites me every time I come near. I'm wondering if she can smell Muffin and is jealous. Oh well. I also enjoyed going to church, for the preaching and music and the fellowship as an added bonus. I discovered while playing in orchestra, that my violin likes Puerto Rico, or probably more precisely Puerto Rico's weather. The weather at home makes it go out of tune much more often, and it's also harder to tune because the pegs slip just as soon as I have it fixed. Here in PR, the pegs never slip, and it doesn't go out of tune just sitting in the case. There's also a different sound to it here in PR. I enjoyed playing anyway, even sitting in front of Mrs. Black and getting bonked on the head by a bow. =)
Amazingly enough, while I was home I really didn't get bugged about having (or not having as is my case) a boyfriend, which is fine with me. Everyone else who's here says that it's not fair I didn't get harassed, apparently they got harrassed enough for themselves and a little more for me too. =)
Yesterday Nicole gave me my Christmas present that Amy sent down here with Carla. The gift took the scenic route. =) Carla kept forgetting to get it to me before Christmas, which I understand since things were a little crazy at home because of her mom's surgery. Anyway, I' m glad to finally have it. I was so excited when I opened the package yesterday. She sent me a new cd, and a tape. The tape was of 2 messages preached in BJU chapel by a pastor from Mexico. He preached in Spanish and his son translated. Am has ben telling me about the messages, and it was really neat to finally hear them. The cd is one I have had my eye on since I heard about it. I don't exactly remember the title, but it is a Spanish cd put out by the Wilds. Sergio Ramirez sings all the songs on the cd, and he has a great voice. I have really enjoyed the cd, since several of the songs were already favorites in English it's been neat to hear them in Spanish too. It was also just fun to get stuff from someone at home.
School started back today. It has ben a pretty decent day so far, but slightly....dare I say it?....boring. I've only had 2 lessons so far, and my next one isn't til 1. One student didn't have a book, plus his mom doesn't like the time he's having his lesson, so we're working on changing it, but there's ben some miscommunication, so he didnt' have a lesson today. Another student moved away over Christmas break, so obviously he didn't have a lesson. The two lessons I did have went really well. Solange has improved even though she really didn't practice much over the break. She's learning her notes better, and counting as well. I feel like I have an especially big responsibility with her, because of a conversation I had with her mom. I met her mom in the mall about a week before we got out of school, and her mom told me that they have pulled her out of her guitar lessons at the conservatory because she was enjoying piano so much and losing interest in guitar. She really is doing well, and I hope I can do her justice. Charlene finished her book today, and I think she was really excited. I was, anyway. She's my first student to finish her book, and I can really tell she practiced over break. Her lessons are always enjoyable to teach since she practices!
I'm glad this is only a 3 day week-I'm so tired. I think my body is having to readjust to the heat, so I'm not sleeping really well. I've always had trouble sleeping when it's hot, but I had begun getting used to it. Going home where my toes froze in the house messed with my mind a little, I guess. Hopefully soon I will get a decent night's sleep. Maybe Saturday, or Monday since we have it off for MLK day! I still think it's funny that I get that day off, and my family who lives in his hometown doesn't get it off.