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.