A student walked into class this morning to show me a flower he had found with ants all over it. He showed me... and then he said, "Do you want it?" :) I love receiving flowers with ants crawling in panic that their home is being destroyed. In fact, the flower is still sitting here on my desk :).
The science lesson today was about our body's systems, specifically our bones, muscles and nerves. When talking about the muscles, I had students flex their biceps and then their triceps to show how muscles only pull on bones, that they never push. They all gasped in astonishment that I too had a muscle, LOL. Seriously, they were shocked. I told them that sometime I'll have them do pilates with me.
Another student is walking down the hallway very... strangely... like a monkey we'll say. I say "Waaaalk" in my teacher voice and he turns to me with a goofy grin and says "Miss Siscoe, I'm walking like a primate." LOL. Where do they get these words from???
5th graders are proving themselves to be like kids still... but they want to be treated like "big kids." :) I still enjoy the moments when their inner child pops out of the tough exterior.
9.09.2010
9.07.2010
Introducing... 5th Graders!!!
For privacy purposes, I'm leaving out names, but I can introduce you to faces :)...
9.03.2010
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeekeeeeeeeeeeeeend!
I'm learning to love weekends again. I say again because for a while weekends were awkward as I didn´t know what to do without Trish. But God is good and continues to provide new friends and old friends and lots of Skype calls :).
Last weekend I spent Saturday with a new Peruvian friend talking Spanglish for several hours. :) I rock Spanglish nowadays. Sunday we went to lunch with a Costa Rican missionary that has lived in West Africa for 16 years and has adopted 6 kids there! We met her 13 year old son, and he was growing fast and ate a lot for lunch :). It was fun to hear an African boy speaking Spanish like a tico. He also speaks Portuguese and a tribal language. Impressive.
This weekend it's time for sleeeeeeep. :) Then tomorrow I have a full day of friends and fun. And Sunday, church. I'm learning to love church again too without Trish. Sad but true.
Last weekend I spent Saturday with a new Peruvian friend talking Spanglish for several hours. :) I rock Spanglish nowadays. Sunday we went to lunch with a Costa Rican missionary that has lived in West Africa for 16 years and has adopted 6 kids there! We met her 13 year old son, and he was growing fast and ate a lot for lunch :). It was fun to hear an African boy speaking Spanish like a tico. He also speaks Portuguese and a tribal language. Impressive.
This weekend it's time for sleeeeeeep. :) Then tomorrow I have a full day of friends and fun. And Sunday, church. I'm learning to love church again too without Trish. Sad but true.
9.02.2010
Military Style Miss Siscoe
A student today says, ''Miss Siscoe, why do you talk like you're in the army?''
Me: ''Because I am.''
Another student: ''I thought you were in the FBI.''
Me: ''Oh yes, I forgot, thank you.''
I told my 5th graders on the first day that I am in the FBI and have never wanted to be a teacher but that my current assignment is to be an undercover teacher at Lighthouse International School. They all stared at me in disbelief, and now it's becoming a running joke (Well, joke to me :) Who knows if they believe me!), even to the point that a parent told me last night at the Back-to-School parent meeting that her son mentioned that I'm in the FBI. lol. Someday I'll tell them the truth.
Several boy students challenged me to an arm wrestling tournament yesterday. I came out the champion.
Yesterday and today combined I gave out 22 detentions to 12 of my 20 students... and yet I received more hugs this afternoon as they were leaving at 2:30... One girl patted me on the arm and said, ''You're just doing your job.'' lol. I hope they're understanding I love them but am also firm with my boundaries.
It's only week 3, so I can´t show any weakness. . . probably not until Thanksgiving. Not even in arm wrestling.
Me: ''Because I am.''
Another student: ''I thought you were in the FBI.''
Me: ''Oh yes, I forgot, thank you.''
I told my 5th graders on the first day that I am in the FBI and have never wanted to be a teacher but that my current assignment is to be an undercover teacher at Lighthouse International School. They all stared at me in disbelief, and now it's becoming a running joke (Well, joke to me :) Who knows if they believe me!), even to the point that a parent told me last night at the Back-to-School parent meeting that her son mentioned that I'm in the FBI. lol. Someday I'll tell them the truth.
Several boy students challenged me to an arm wrestling tournament yesterday. I came out the champion.
Yesterday and today combined I gave out 22 detentions to 12 of my 20 students... and yet I received more hugs this afternoon as they were leaving at 2:30... One girl patted me on the arm and said, ''You're just doing your job.'' lol. I hope they're understanding I love them but am also firm with my boundaries.
It's only week 3, so I can´t show any weakness. . . probably not until Thanksgiving. Not even in arm wrestling.
8.29.2010
I Committed Gecko-slaughter!!!
WARNING: This post is not for the queasy stomach.
A sad discovery I made this week... a squashed gecko on my door frame. I'm pretty sure the death was my fault... but because I didn't know what I had done until I find the corpse until at least a week after the accident, would it be considered gecko-slaughter instead of homicide??
A sad discovery I made this week... a squashed gecko on my door frame. I'm pretty sure the death was my fault... but because I didn't know what I had done until I find the corpse until at least a week after the accident, would it be considered gecko-slaughter instead of homicide??
Do you see the little guy on the door frame?
and the gross close up.
Come to think of it, I haven´t seen our ''pet'' gecko around the kitchen... did I kill him??
8.27.2010
Adventures while Commuting
The past 3.5 weeks have been eye-opening for me as I join the commutin workforces of the world. I now travel from one side of the city to the other every morning and every afternoon. Thankfully, I don´t have to travel by bus every day because I found some carpooling pals. We have seen and heard some strange things throughout the last few weeks... and the stories are just beginning.
For example, during the first week, there was soap spilled in the street. Add that with the rain pouring down (literally buckets of rain) and that makes for a slippery highway... so slippery that a motorcycle lost control right in from of our car and Caro hit the brakes so fast that all our seatbelts locked and we skidded to a stop 2 feet before hitting the man who had fallen off his moto. YIKES
Or when it starts to rain all of a sudden, and the motorcyclists all stop on the side of the road and are desperately pulling their rain gear over their heads. This is something I want to capture as a photo... but haven´t yet.
Just a couple days ago, I saw another motorcyclist rope himself to the back of a dump truck. TO THE BACK. I was thinking, ''Is he seriously going to ride behind it that way?'' and then the dump truck started going down the street, pulling the moto behind him... UM safety anyone?
But beyond motorcycles, there are also other stories. Like the man pushing his legless friend in a wheelchair across the train tracks... with a train coming full speed!!! I had a heart attack watching them desperately try to get the wheels over the tracks... thank goodness they made it. It stressed them out so much (not to mention the train engineer!) that they had to stop for a cigarette break about 3 feet away from the train still racing by.
Then there´s the man that´s always selling pens for 20 cents each in Hatillo. He´s there every day, rain or shine. I bought 3 pens one day just because he´s so diligent in being ''to work'' on time to meet us every morning and every afternoon. He has a really funny umbrella too... with the Energizer Bunny and rainbows, lol.
hmm... what other stories do we have?
For example, during the first week, there was soap spilled in the street. Add that with the rain pouring down (literally buckets of rain) and that makes for a slippery highway... so slippery that a motorcycle lost control right in from of our car and Caro hit the brakes so fast that all our seatbelts locked and we skidded to a stop 2 feet before hitting the man who had fallen off his moto. YIKES
Or when it starts to rain all of a sudden, and the motorcyclists all stop on the side of the road and are desperately pulling their rain gear over their heads. This is something I want to capture as a photo... but haven´t yet.
Just a couple days ago, I saw another motorcyclist rope himself to the back of a dump truck. TO THE BACK. I was thinking, ''Is he seriously going to ride behind it that way?'' and then the dump truck started going down the street, pulling the moto behind him... UM safety anyone?
But beyond motorcycles, there are also other stories. Like the man pushing his legless friend in a wheelchair across the train tracks... with a train coming full speed!!! I had a heart attack watching them desperately try to get the wheels over the tracks... thank goodness they made it. It stressed them out so much (not to mention the train engineer!) that they had to stop for a cigarette break about 3 feet away from the train still racing by.
Then there´s the man that´s always selling pens for 20 cents each in Hatillo. He´s there every day, rain or shine. I bought 3 pens one day just because he´s so diligent in being ''to work'' on time to meet us every morning and every afternoon. He has a really funny umbrella too... with the Energizer Bunny and rainbows, lol.
hmm... what other stories do we have?
Riding the Bus
Take these factors into account:
rainy cold winter
tropical humidity
dripping umbrellas
body odor
wet dog smell
closed windows... because it´s raining outside
no personal space
the smell of greasy fast food... that someone is eating next to you
and that is what riding the bus is like at rush hour in a tropical climate in the rainy season... enough said.
rainy cold winter
tropical humidity
dripping umbrellas
body odor
wet dog smell
closed windows... because it´s raining outside
no personal space
the smell of greasy fast food... that someone is eating next to you
and that is what riding the bus is like at rush hour in a tropical climate in the rainy season... enough said.
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