The feel of the breeze, aroma of fresh tacos, friendship of friends are all things I have missed here in Guadalajara. I just never knew it until today. Well, this is my first blog entry/email since arriving in Guadalajara, hope you all enjoy. Flying from Norfolk to GDL, Mexico was quite the bittersweet experience. An ending of one scene in life, the beginning of a new one, with the only One to give me true comfort, my Director, my God. Yesterday, I flew into Guadalajara with absolutely no problems, meeting up with one of the other teachers in Atlanta. Since I have been here, I have unpacked, met with the other new teachers and some of the staff, received my keys for my classroom, had my first teachers meeting, gone to the market, ridden the bus, and of course, eaten some great Mexican food. And yes, for all of you wondering what the weather was like here, I have not forgotten about you OR your humidly, hot weather there in the US. It is currently 72 Degrees and tomorrow, the highest is 76. It has been lovely here!
Exciting moments of the day: getting to see old friends, meeting and getting to know new ones, visiting familiar places, riding the bus, and finding out the my Bible curriculum is centered around God’s promises. AWESOME day. Also, we saw probably at least 1000 birds fly out of one tree at once. it was incredible!
Responding emails FROM YOU GUYS are always encouraged! =)
Dios te bendiga!
Sheila
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The end of a long journey
Up and early again. We were getting on an airplane again with mixed feelings. Thankful to see our families again, but never wanting to leave, we put our suitcases in the van and started off. Dressed in our Mexico apparel, (I love DF shirts, wraparound pants and my large sombrero) we boarded the plane and found ourselves back in the US. Amidst the chaos of the airport, I found comfort, not from friends, family, but the customs guy. After being in a foreign country for several months, there are not words more comforting than the words, “Welcome home.” Though I love Mexico and traveling, this is still my home and it’s still a comfort to hear those words. We made it pretty easily through customs and to our next flight. Though I must say that my sombrero attracted quite a bit of attention, especially from the Hispanic people. Right after I went through customs (they were still checking lauren’s stuff), a lady came through the door, saw my sombrero, and asked, “Salida?” For you English speakers, she was asking where the exit was. I pointed her in the direction and laughed to myself. To all of my readers, thank you for going on this journey with me. I have enjoyed recording my travels for all of you to read and the feedback that I have gotten from it. For those of you who do not know, I will be returning to Guadalajara in August to teach as a full-time teacher at Lincoln school. I hope to continue sharing what God is doing in my life through my blogging as I continue teaching to reach others. To my friends there in Mexico, I will never forget you. Though I am in the states now, I daily remember my friends there, Mexico, and what the Lord did in my life there. You are always in my memory and constantly on my mind. Thanks again to all of you who journeyed with me to Mexico. I pray that God has used this blog to open your heart to Mexico and widen your horizons, as He has certainly done for me.
Until August,
Sheila Iman
Until August,
Sheila Iman
History Lesson
Up bright and early we were. Today, we were going to the pyramids and in order to do that, it required getting up early. By 9:30 we had already walked to our stop and gotten on the metro. We took two metros to the bus stop. From there, our bus took us all the way to where our stop was. When we finally figured out what bus we were supposed to be on, we got our snacks and ipods out and settled for our hour’s ride. We were glad to have some live music on our journey. Now, as Lauren and I journeyed to the pyramids, we did this rather blindly. Neither of us had ever been and we didn’t really know how to get there. Sure we had directions from the very gracious Waguespack family, with whom we were staying, but we didn’t REALLY know where the pyramids were or how long it would take to get there. We had no idea what to expect, so when the bus pulled up this dirt road, we had no idea if we were supposed to get off the bus or not. So, we did the safe thing and stayed on the bus, till the little lady next to us tapped Lauren on the shoulder. She informed us that if we wanted to go to the pyramids, that was the stop. Problem: the bus had already started on its trek back. We hurriedly grabbed all of our belongings and headed to the front of the bus. The bus driver stopped the bus, and looking like the dumb Americans we were, we got off the bus and hitchhiked back up the road. At least we got a good picture of the sign. Here we were, finally at the pyramids. As we started up our big climb, with new sunglasses in hand, we had no idea the sight that awaited us at the very top of the pyramid of the sun. When we finally reached the top, after stopping numerous times and going through several bottles of Gatorade and water, we stood in awe of the view. It was already an incredible view from the side that we had been climbing, but when we got to the other side, we could not believe the gorgeous mountains and city that was spread out in front of us. The only thing that came to my mind at that moment was the song, “I’m on the top of the world.” That’s exactly how I felt. God’s creation, especially in that moment, was breathtaking. After sitting a while and taking in the view, we finally decided to head back down the pyramid and to the museum. The museum was incredible as well, not to mention free! Another perk-the signs were in English. We enjoyed learning more about the Aztec culture and history. From there, we headed to the market area, and I found myself the large sombrero I had been searching for. I finally felt equipped to get back in the US.
April 7, 2010
April 7, 2010
“Adventurers do not wear makeup!”
The plan for the day had originally been to wake up early and begin our journey/hike to the pyramids here in Mexico City. Our plan went wrong first when the alarm did not go off. So, the day began a little later and plans changed. Instead we decided to travel far far away in the Metro to the Basilica de la virgin Guadalupe. We traveled there, yes all by ourselves. We climbed the big hill all the way to the top where there is a church. We ate at the usual café that my family goes to at the basilica and we went through all of the catholic churches. My heart longs to see the people of Mexico free from the bondage of Catholicism. They seem trapped. Catholicism has ripped them off. This was Lauren’s first time to the Basilica and this is still her first time in Mexico. It was neat to see her enthusiasm for the people here and heart for those who are so trapped in religion.
From there, we continued on, through the metro of course, to the center. Here is where Lauren practices her favorite hobby: shopping. I love to shop, but I have my limits…Lauren has none. Before we began shopping though, we went through the Palacio Naccional, containing many of the paintings of Diego Rivera, retelling the history of Mexico. Though Rivera was Marxist and had a rather distorted view of some things, his paintings on the history of Mexico are exquisite and quite fascinating. He has become one of my favorite painters. In order to get out of the palace, Lauren and I had to shuffle past many of the French tourist groups visiting. We felt very at home with so many white faces surrounding us. It was so comical to be in the middle of Mexico, but surrounded by so many French people. Though this may already seem like a packed full day, it still continued. We shopped and shopped and shopped at the center, then continued to shop at another market in Balderas. Here it started to rain, but we were not able to find what Lauren was specifically shopping for so we continued to ANOTHER market in Coyocan, near our house. Finally we found one of the things she needed and decided to be a little adventurous as well. If you have never experienced the art of Henna, well, you should! I have the drawing of a flower around my wrist while Lauren has a small bird. We finally ended our journey by giving our feet a rest and taking a taxi home. My feet are currently still resting, but in a foot spa, much deserved after the amount of walking completed. Tomorrow we look forward to the pyramids!
Funny moment of the day: Every time someone whistles at us or stares, Lauren gets rather upset and calls it quite rude. Needless to say that there is a lot of that here in Mexico City…Constantly! So we are sitting at the café place in the basilica for about an hour. The whole time we were sitting there, we kept hearing someone whistle, over and over again. Lauren and I kept looking around, trying to figure out what was doing that rude whistling. Was it at us? Was it a machine? After an hour of wondering, we finally looked behind one of the vender counters and saw a lovely green parrot, just whistling away. We laughed at ourselves and the whole situation. There was no one rudely whistling at us, it was just a silly bird.
April 6, 2010
From there, we continued on, through the metro of course, to the center. Here is where Lauren practices her favorite hobby: shopping. I love to shop, but I have my limits…Lauren has none. Before we began shopping though, we went through the Palacio Naccional, containing many of the paintings of Diego Rivera, retelling the history of Mexico. Though Rivera was Marxist and had a rather distorted view of some things, his paintings on the history of Mexico are exquisite and quite fascinating. He has become one of my favorite painters. In order to get out of the palace, Lauren and I had to shuffle past many of the French tourist groups visiting. We felt very at home with so many white faces surrounding us. It was so comical to be in the middle of Mexico, but surrounded by so many French people. Though this may already seem like a packed full day, it still continued. We shopped and shopped and shopped at the center, then continued to shop at another market in Balderas. Here it started to rain, but we were not able to find what Lauren was specifically shopping for so we continued to ANOTHER market in Coyocan, near our house. Finally we found one of the things she needed and decided to be a little adventurous as well. If you have never experienced the art of Henna, well, you should! I have the drawing of a flower around my wrist while Lauren has a small bird. We finally ended our journey by giving our feet a rest and taking a taxi home. My feet are currently still resting, but in a foot spa, much deserved after the amount of walking completed. Tomorrow we look forward to the pyramids!
Funny moment of the day: Every time someone whistles at us or stares, Lauren gets rather upset and calls it quite rude. Needless to say that there is a lot of that here in Mexico City…Constantly! So we are sitting at the café place in the basilica for about an hour. The whole time we were sitting there, we kept hearing someone whistle, over and over again. Lauren and I kept looking around, trying to figure out what was doing that rude whistling. Was it at us? Was it a machine? After an hour of wondering, we finally looked behind one of the vender counters and saw a lovely green parrot, just whistling away. We laughed at ourselves and the whole situation. There was no one rudely whistling at us, it was just a silly bird.
April 6, 2010
“Am I in a flowerbed?”
we started the day off nice and early at 9 am this morning…ok, so not terribly early, but we were tired. We got up and headed straight for the touribuses in the south part of Mexico City, in a little place not far, called Coyocan. That is where our rather uninteresting touribus tour started. Although, I must say that we did rather enjoy the translations into English, explaining the different places. As soon as we boarded, a lovely femail voice began and said, “To the left is the house of Cortez, where he uttered the famous phrase, ‘Am I in a flowerbed?’” I don’t know if there was a context to this or if this was a wrong translation, but we did find it rather comical when it later called an organization an organism instead. Lauren and I laughed hysterically at every mistaken translation. We also found that the touribus did not go to the primarily place we had wanted to go to, Xochimilco. We were very disturbed by this, but we found that we could to down to Tlalpan and take a taxi to Xochimilco from there. So, we took a little stop right near Tlalpan. By the time we stopped, we were starving. Come to find out, that yogurt and granola doesn’t last you so long on a hot day. So, we climbed down from the top of our lovely red, double-decker touribus and took our detour to wallyworld (walmart).
As I stood in a far-too-long line with my corndogs and Lauren with her fake chicken nuggets (undercover as real, crispy chicken nuggets), the man in front of us tried his very hardest to get the attention of these two lovely American tourists. When he realized that glancing constantly in our direction was not working, he decided to try out his tap dancing skills. Still unsuccessful, he tried his singing AND dancing. He finally got to the front of the line, and must have decided that he REALLY wanted our attention, so in the very crowded, long-lined walmart, he decided he didn’t like the 3 ketchup bottles he had and went back for different ones, causing us to wait (quite annoyed at this point) for his return. The manager saw and decided to let the rest of the poor walmart shoppers continue without the tap-dancing man’s presence and ketchup bottles. From there, we proceeded to eat our lovely goods outsides on the steps of walmart like poor starving Americans in need of food. Everyone stared to say the least. Taxi time. We caught our taxi and finally headed for xochimilco.
The driver had no clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 pesos for half an hour, we decided to have an adventure, and what an adventure we had! Let’s just say…there is a first for everything.
Warning:
1) if it looks painful at all, don’t try it.
2) If you “guides” ask you if you want to go faster and they are not riding horses of their own, say no. they just might jump on with you…
3) Don’t be offended if your guide and all his friends stand around and laugh at you afterwards because you’re American…
With sore legs and hurt pride, Lauren and I continued on our hike to xochimilco. We finally got there and could see the beauty of Mexico. We asked to share one of the boats with a Mexican family. They were very obliging and kind. By the end of the boat ride, there had been much laughter, much ice cream, and email addresses going around. Who woulda thought we would be friends with the people we shared a boat with for an hour and a half?!?!
Since we had only an hour to get to our bus stop, we ran to find a taxi. Thankfully he was the kind of taxi driver I like, fast and furious. He got us there in 15 minutes and half the cost of our first taxi. We got to Tlalpan, and realized this is where Café La Selva is and where Fab and Ana live. Where our bus stop was was very dark and desolate. So of course, Lauren went up to the closest, kind-looking policeman and asked him if he would like some coffee. We were happy to do so for him. we got him his coffee nad he became our loyal friend and protector. When our touribus finally came at 9:02, they wanted to refuse to let us on because it was after 9 (because THEY were late, I might add). Our friendly policeman stood up for us and practically demanded that we be on that bus. We had waited and waited. They allowed us on finally and we were able to enjoy a bus ride to coyocan. From there, we walked home, tired, exhausted, sore, and unexcited about doing laundry. Laundry time it is and sleep time as well. Looking forward to another long and busy day tomorrow!
As I stood in a far-too-long line with my corndogs and Lauren with her fake chicken nuggets (undercover as real, crispy chicken nuggets), the man in front of us tried his very hardest to get the attention of these two lovely American tourists. When he realized that glancing constantly in our direction was not working, he decided to try out his tap dancing skills. Still unsuccessful, he tried his singing AND dancing. He finally got to the front of the line, and must have decided that he REALLY wanted our attention, so in the very crowded, long-lined walmart, he decided he didn’t like the 3 ketchup bottles he had and went back for different ones, causing us to wait (quite annoyed at this point) for his return. The manager saw and decided to let the rest of the poor walmart shoppers continue without the tap-dancing man’s presence and ketchup bottles. From there, we proceeded to eat our lovely goods outsides on the steps of walmart like poor starving Americans in need of food. Everyone stared to say the least. Taxi time. We caught our taxi and finally headed for xochimilco.
The driver had no clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 pesos for half an hour, we decided to have an adventure, and what an adventure we had! Let’s just say…there is a first for everything.
Warning:
1) if it looks painful at all, don’t try it.
2) If you “guides” ask you if you want to go faster and they are not riding horses of their own, say no. they just might jump on with you…
3) Don’t be offended if your guide and all his friends stand around and laugh at you afterwards because you’re American…
With sore legs and hurt pride, Lauren and I continued on our hike to xochimilco. We finally got there and could see the beauty of Mexico. We asked to share one of the boats with a Mexican family. They were very obliging and kind. By the end of the boat ride, there had been much laughter, much ice cream, and email addresses going around. Who woulda thought we would be friends with the people we shared a boat with for an hour and a half?!?!
Since we had only an hour to get to our bus stop, we ran to find a taxi. Thankfully he was the kind of taxi driver I like, fast and furious. He got us there in 15 minutes and half the cost of our first taxi. We got to Tlalpan, and realized this is where Café La Selva is and where Fab and Ana live. Where our bus stop was was very dark and desolate. So of course, Lauren went up to the closest, kind-looking policeman and asked him if he would like some coffee. We were happy to do so for him. we got him his coffee nad he became our loyal friend and protector. When our touribus finally came at 9:02, they wanted to refuse to let us on because it was after 9 (because THEY were late, I might add). Our friendly policeman stood up for us and practically demanded that we be on that bus. We had waited and waited. They allowed us on finally and we were able to enjoy a bus ride to coyocan. From there, we walked home, tired, exhausted, sore, and unexcited about doing laundry. Laundry time it is and sleep time as well. Looking forward to another long and busy day tomorrow!
LOST...
Lost- and no, I don’t meant the tv show! Taxi Church, lost, taxi, bus, coyocan taxi
I woke up this morning with great anticipation. When I think of Mexico City, I always think of my beloved friends, the members of the church, Faro de Gracia. I remember their loving embraces and words. They were always so kind to me. Today was no different. As we sneaked into one of the back rows (late of course), I looked around me. Some faces I knew and remembered with great fondness. Others were new faces I had never seen before. As I listened to the Spanish service (understanding the majority of it), I was encouraged reading the scriptures about Christ’s resurrection. Most of the service consisted of the reading of Scriptures and I was reminded how important the Scriptures were. How many people go through this day, not even reading the Easter story? After the service, I was finally able to greet the members of the church. First of course, were Ezekiel and Cloudia Lopez. Whenever I am in Mexico, this is the family I most long to see. Three of their children were not there, but their son Daniel, was. It was so encouraging to see him, even if he is taller than me now. He’s a little bigger than he was 5 years ago, when he was only 10! As I spoke with these brothers and sisters of mine, it felt like I had come back home. We were embraced and welcomed warmly. Even if there were members I did not know, I would tell them that I was the niece of Wayne Andersen, their pastor, and they would hug and kiss me, and welcome me. If I could have stayed there all day long, I would have. It was a beautiful reunion. We talked to the Lopez family for about an hour after church, just catching up, enjoying each other’s friendship. I believe that is how church is supposed to be. It’s not about a building, group, translation or rules. Going to church should feel like coming home, where you are loved, accepted, and encouraged.
I woke up this morning with great anticipation. When I think of Mexico City, I always think of my beloved friends, the members of the church, Faro de Gracia. I remember their loving embraces and words. They were always so kind to me. Today was no different. As we sneaked into one of the back rows (late of course), I looked around me. Some faces I knew and remembered with great fondness. Others were new faces I had never seen before. As I listened to the Spanish service (understanding the majority of it), I was encouraged reading the scriptures about Christ’s resurrection. Most of the service consisted of the reading of Scriptures and I was reminded how important the Scriptures were. How many people go through this day, not even reading the Easter story? After the service, I was finally able to greet the members of the church. First of course, were Ezekiel and Cloudia Lopez. Whenever I am in Mexico, this is the family I most long to see. Three of their children were not there, but their son Daniel, was. It was so encouraging to see him, even if he is taller than me now. He’s a little bigger than he was 5 years ago, when he was only 10! As I spoke with these brothers and sisters of mine, it felt like I had come back home. We were embraced and welcomed warmly. Even if there were members I did not know, I would tell them that I was the niece of Wayne Andersen, their pastor, and they would hug and kiss me, and welcome me. If I could have stayed there all day long, I would have. It was a beautiful reunion. We talked to the Lopez family for about an hour after church, just catching up, enjoying each other’s friendship. I believe that is how church is supposed to be. It’s not about a building, group, translation or rules. Going to church should feel like coming home, where you are loved, accepted, and encouraged.
WHY i love Mexico
Today started off with the doorbell ringing exactly at 11 AM. Lauren and I had no idea exactly what lay in store for us, all we knew was that my friends, Ana and Fab, had a whole day planned just for us. This was especially exciting for me since I had not seen Ana or Fab in 5 years. Ana was my incredible Spanish teacher in Mexico City. She would find my learning style and do everything in her power (in a fun way) and would teach me about culture AND Spanish. All that to say, I was quite excited about the day. They picked us up and we headed straight for the centro. In the centro, we visited the Palacio de arte, basically an art museum. It was huge and beautiful. Inside were paintings by Diego Rivera (one of my favorites, even if he WAS Marxist), and others who used a lot of symbolism and tried to portray freedom through their paintings. It was incredible. We had a special tour guide to explained things (in English!!!) about the paintings. I enjoyed every moment. From there, we continued to the wonderfully delicious candy shop…can I tell you, there was a lot of eating going on, so don’t be surprised when I tell you all the other places! Anyway, this candy place was amazing. I finally decided on Orange and Lime flavored coconut balls. Let me tell you-DELICIOUS. After the candy factory, we went to the cathedral. This is the cathedral that I have been to before, but every time, my heart aches for the people here. This cathedral has sunk more than a meter because of the gold inside. People are all kneeling in front of gold statues and you can’t help but feel the hopelessness. I long for them to know the truth about my wonderful Father. After the cathedral, we were all starving, so taco time it was! We all headed for tacos and met some of Ana and Fab’s friends at the little restaurant. As we were waiting, we saw many people dressed as statues. One man was even dressed like Michael Jackson and dancing, My favorite is and always will be Tacos de pastor. I doubt I will ever be tired of them.
Once we were all satisfied, we hopped in the car and headed for another candy store (I told you there was a lot of eating going on!). This little candy shop, called QueBo, is run by an internationally-known chef who makes chocolate without sugar and as healthy and delicious as possible, if those two words can be used in the same sentence. After that, helado- ice cream (I warned you!). I had an ice cream that was made with different kinds of red fruits and berries in a waffle bowl. Lauren was hungry since she had not eaten much for lunch, so we continued to a little town where Ana and Fab live and we went to café la selva. Funny as it is, this is a little café that my family has taken me to many times. I had been there before and remembered their incredible chocolate-covered coffee beans. Of course, I had to get some of those! I also had a mango drink-incredible! It’s such a beautiful town. There is a little gazebo in the plaza with beautiful plants and markets. It’s hard not to fall in love with little towns like that. It was a wonderful escape from the crowds and largeness of Mexico City. We were all a bit tired and exhausted when we finally headed home. It was 9 o’clock. As I said goodbye to my beloved friends, I thought about how wonderful of a day it had been. I love seeing Mexico from the perspective of someone who is Mexican and has lived there for a long time. It’s so incredible. On our trip home, we were also able to talk to Ana about Christianity. This was an incredible opportunity since I knew that she is not very open to the gospel. Her brother and his family are Christians, but she claims no part of it. It was an amazing ending of an amazing day. The Lord has blessed me incredibly with incredible friends.
Once we were all satisfied, we hopped in the car and headed for another candy store (I told you there was a lot of eating going on!). This little candy shop, called QueBo, is run by an internationally-known chef who makes chocolate without sugar and as healthy and delicious as possible, if those two words can be used in the same sentence. After that, helado- ice cream (I warned you!). I had an ice cream that was made with different kinds of red fruits and berries in a waffle bowl. Lauren was hungry since she had not eaten much for lunch, so we continued to a little town where Ana and Fab live and we went to café la selva. Funny as it is, this is a little café that my family has taken me to many times. I had been there before and remembered their incredible chocolate-covered coffee beans. Of course, I had to get some of those! I also had a mango drink-incredible! It’s such a beautiful town. There is a little gazebo in the plaza with beautiful plants and markets. It’s hard not to fall in love with little towns like that. It was a wonderful escape from the crowds and largeness of Mexico City. We were all a bit tired and exhausted when we finally headed home. It was 9 o’clock. As I said goodbye to my beloved friends, I thought about how wonderful of a day it had been. I love seeing Mexico from the perspective of someone who is Mexican and has lived there for a long time. It’s so incredible. On our trip home, we were also able to talk to Ana about Christianity. This was an incredible opportunity since I knew that she is not very open to the gospel. Her brother and his family are Christians, but she claims no part of it. It was an amazing ending of an amazing day. The Lord has blessed me incredibly with incredible friends.
Hopeful
Friday, we were thankful for the opportunity to sleep in a bit before we headed over to church for the black Friday service. As we drove up to the church, memories flooded my mind. About 7 years ago, I had gone to this church and then again 5 years ago. Things looked a little different, but there was no mistaking it. Good memories and friendships came back to me as I remembered the different times I had been here. We went into the auditorium and the first thing Lauren said to me was, “WOW, I haven’t heard this much English since we were in the States! There are so many Americans!” She was right. This was an English church. Although I have enjoyed the Spanish churches and translations, there was something about coming here and worshipping in my language. I had never been to a black Friday service, but it was incredible. I was reminded of the time when Christ had died. It seemed like all hope was gone for the world. The one man who was able to save the human race was now dead. But at the end of the service, the pastor said one thing, “But there is still hope, Sunday is coming!” What hope we have. Christ came, died, and rose again. There remains hope that He will come again. This hope is not a fading hope or a hope that He “might” come again. It is a sure hope. He WILL come again.
April 2, 2010
April 2, 2010
The Big City
Well, Ladies and Gents, it has been rather difficult to blog these last few days, so here we will have a summary of the latest events. On Wednesday, we woke up, ready to head out to the zoo. We made a quick, but necessary stop at starbucks to start the day off right. At the largest zoo in Mexico, we enjoyed exploring and finding all the different kinds of animals. Of course, whenever I am at the zoo, I am reminded of Madagascar and constantly sing the songs to Lauren, especially when we get to the hippos. We enjoyed a bird/reptile show with a young man who was the Mexican version of our friend, Evan. Although I must say that my appetite was lessened by seeing a large hawk eat a rat. There are just some things that I don’t handle so well. On our little trip to the zoo, we got to explore the safari ride. As we climbed into the truck, the person at the closest end was given a handful of carrots. Lauren and I felt a little bit cheated since we ended up with 2 pitiful pieces of carrot, while the man at the end had hands full of carrots. It was neat to see all of the animals up close, drinking from the watering hole, and feeding the giraffes. This was probably our favorite part of our whole zoo adventure. We were beat after going to the zoo, went home, and Vick talked us into watching a movie. I never grow tired of watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. After much packing, we were finally ready. We woke up early on that beautiful Thursday morning. We were filled with sadness because of having to leave our friends, students, and families, but also filled with excitement for the next week. As we drove to the airport, I was reminded of the beauty of God’s creation. The beautiful, shining, bright sun came up over the dark mountains, filling the sky with radiant color and wisped clouds. We easily got through the airport and boarded our plane. When we got to DF (Mexico City), we were exhausted from the early morning, adrenalin, and the mixed emotions. Thankfully, our family, the Waguespacks, had not planned anything immediate and we were able to take a much-needed nap. After our nap, we went exploring with Marianne and her friend, also an MK. Within walking distance is a little town called Coyocan. Coyocan is the kind of place that makes you forget all about the “big city” and relax. We did lauren’s favorite thing and did a little bit of shopping, then proceeded onto the coffee shop. When I first went to Mexico City, I thought their hot chocolate was just weird, but now I have grown accustomed to it and would choose it over the American hot chocolate any day. Well, here in Coyocan, they had cold chocolate (icy) and boy was it delicious! From there, we introduced Lauren to churros, which were out of this world. This day was just a start to our big adventure in Mexico City.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Continental breakfast
Well we got up bright and early, at the break of dawn. We woke up nice and early at 6:30 and started the day with showers and breakfast. We had been lured into the continental breakfast by looking at the enticing pictures on the website for our hostal. As we excitedly (and tiredly) ran downstairs, we were surprised to find two kinds of flake cereal, 1 tub of yogurt, bread, fake orange juice, powdered milk, and not-so-great coffee. Anyway, as Lauren ate her “fish” flakes, I determined to make things better by asking her how her scrambled eggs and ham were with her freshly ground coffee, accompanied by freshly squeezed orange juice. We carried on in this fashion until we were laughing quite hysterically at our rather pitiful breakfast. Let’s just say that Lauren was none to happy with me for making her wake up at 6:30 in the morning for “fish” flakes.
On we went with our tour guide of the day, Juan Manuel, who I believe was previously a body guard. How exciting. First thing on our list for the day was Barranca Oblatos. We took 2 buses and walked a while till we stood on the very top of this mountain. From there, we could see a beautiful view of all the mountains around and the plants, flowers, and rocks below. At the top, there were a couple of small stands with people selling things. Naturally, Lauren and I wanted to see what they were. When we saw the sign: “Coconuts: 30 pesos,” naturally, we (being Americans) did not realize that this meant the WHOLE coconut. So basically, we ended up with far more coconut and coconut juice than we really wanted. But can I just say, coconut with chile y limon is absolutely totally and completely out of this world. Delicious!
From there, we went down the mountain and after an hour of traveling down the mountain, we decided to hike back up it. Needless to say it was a little bit harder and took just a little bit longer than the way down. Beautiful scenery though. It was absolutely gorgeous! After our 3 hour hike, we were exhausted and ready to go back.
Once we got to our hotel room, we decided to go on a little adventure to find lunch and go to the center (shopping of course!). By the end of the day, we were totally and completely exhausted from our long wonderful day.
3/30/10
On we went with our tour guide of the day, Juan Manuel, who I believe was previously a body guard. How exciting. First thing on our list for the day was Barranca Oblatos. We took 2 buses and walked a while till we stood on the very top of this mountain. From there, we could see a beautiful view of all the mountains around and the plants, flowers, and rocks below. At the top, there were a couple of small stands with people selling things. Naturally, Lauren and I wanted to see what they were. When we saw the sign: “Coconuts: 30 pesos,” naturally, we (being Americans) did not realize that this meant the WHOLE coconut. So basically, we ended up with far more coconut and coconut juice than we really wanted. But can I just say, coconut with chile y limon is absolutely totally and completely out of this world. Delicious!
From there, we went down the mountain and after an hour of traveling down the mountain, we decided to hike back up it. Needless to say it was a little bit harder and took just a little bit longer than the way down. Beautiful scenery though. It was absolutely gorgeous! After our 3 hour hike, we were exhausted and ready to go back.
Once we got to our hotel room, we decided to go on a little adventure to find lunch and go to the center (shopping of course!). By the end of the day, we were totally and completely exhausted from our long wonderful day.
3/30/10
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Surprise!
Monday morning as I continued packing my things, it was impossible not to feel a little bit of sadness. Tita, my dear friend was leaving for camp and I would be leaving the house and going to a hostal. We had made memories last night by getting Bionicos for the last time together and took pictures. She packed her things and I packed mine. We said our sad goodbyes and we both left. She left for camp, Vicktor and I both left to pick up Lauren and her teacher, Tammi. Off to Chapala we went. After picking up Lauren at her house, we stopped for a little treat. For a week, Vicktor had been telling me, “Before you leave, you HAVE to have tortas ahogadas!” Vicktor ordered for me and Lauren and we had our tortas. It’s like a bread and meat soaked in a sauce. It was good, just like all the food in Mexico! It was so filling though, neither of us could finish. As we were getting ready to leave, Lauren grabbed her pepsi bottle and asked, “can I take this?” I had no idea, so I said, “I’m sure you can.” Well, as we drove in the car, we handed Vick his pain meds for his headache and Lauren offered her pepsi bottle. If only you could see the look on Vick’s face. Lauren had obviously stolen the pepsi bottle. Who knew you were supposed to leave the bottles!? Lauren asked, “should we go back and return it?” Vicktor’s only response was, “You’d better pray and ask forgiveness for that stolen pepsi bottle!” After the adventure of the stolen pepsi bottle, we continued on to pick up Tammi and headed for Chapala. Vicktor let us off by the water, and Lauren, Tammi and I proceeded to shop till we were ready to drop. We sat for a while and enjoyed the beauty of the lake. It was such a gorgeous day. At the end, it was beautiful to see the sun going down over the mountains and the lake.
We headed back for Guadalajara and Vick took us to our hostal near the centro. As we pulled up to where the hostal was, we all looked around and thought the same thing, Tammi was the only one who voiced it as she said, “are you serious?” and we all thought one word, “SKETCH!” We lugged all of our belongings to the hostal, signed in, found out it was far more than we expected, and dragged all of our things past the creepy man in the dining area to our room upstairs. Little did we know what surprise would wait for us. Vicktor, Tammi, Lauren, and I could hardly fit in the room together with all of our luggage. We all looked at each other and laughed a nervous laugh. We opened all the windows to our hot little room and continued to bring all of our things in and get settled. As Vicktor and Tammi started out, we stood at the door and watched, sadly longing for them not to leave us. We eventually left the doorway and headed back up. I will say that it was quite a relief to do our laundry, to have a nice, clean room, and some privacy. Let’s just say that Lauren and I drowned our sorrows in laughter…
March 29, 2010
We headed back for Guadalajara and Vick took us to our hostal near the centro. As we pulled up to where the hostal was, we all looked around and thought the same thing, Tammi was the only one who voiced it as she said, “are you serious?” and we all thought one word, “SKETCH!” We lugged all of our belongings to the hostal, signed in, found out it was far more than we expected, and dragged all of our things past the creepy man in the dining area to our room upstairs. Little did we know what surprise would wait for us. Vicktor, Tammi, Lauren, and I could hardly fit in the room together with all of our luggage. We all looked at each other and laughed a nervous laugh. We opened all the windows to our hot little room and continued to bring all of our things in and get settled. As Vicktor and Tammi started out, we stood at the door and watched, sadly longing for them not to leave us. We eventually left the doorway and headed back up. I will say that it was quite a relief to do our laundry, to have a nice, clean room, and some privacy. Let’s just say that Lauren and I drowned our sorrows in laughter…
March 29, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
In time for a surprise
Little did I know that Sunday, as I waited for the church bus to come, that this would be no ordinary bus, and no ordinary Sunday. As our big yellow bus pulled up to the curb, I was surprised to see the words, “South Carolina Public Schools” inscribed on the side. I was ready to die of laughter right there and then, at the street corner. Who would have thought that I would have been climbing in a SC school bus in the middle of Guadalajara?!?! The Lord has such a sense of humor. Sunday was an interesting day since I went to church here in Guadalajara with Tita. This was one of those times when I remembered Makenzie and her prayer for me this week, that I would be brave and not shy, making lots of new friends. It’s my automatic response to cling to the one person I know when I’m in a new place, but I have to force myself out of it. And here in Mexico, it’s my automatic response to cling to the Americans (if there are any) because it’s just so much easier. God is teaching me that what He requires from me will not be the “easy” thing. He will require me to do many difficult things. Anyway, I sat with my friend Tita, but the pastor asked me (in front of the whole church) my name and all that. Then he asked me if I came with Marta. I looked all around me and was like, “Who’s Marta?” Tita hung her head, then I realized, Marta was sitting right next to me. Her nickname is Tita, which I knew, but I thought her real name was Catalina since that was what Vick always calls her. Come to find out, her name is Marta Catalina. Tita is a shorter name for Martita. We both died of laughter later and we retold the story over and over. The church was really interesting as well. The church has started a children’s home, so all the children (about 45) came to church and sat among the congregation. I feel incredibly blessed to see so many incredible ministries happening in Mexico.
Last week
Well, a week has passed since my last blog entry. Things have been busy here. It’s been a long week. To sum it all up, I taught my last lesson on Thursday, Lauren and I got our hair and nails done. =) I got to observe 1st and 2nd grade classes and we finished student teaching officially on Friday. Thursday and Friday were spent in sickness of the stomach infection, but Friday I made it to school for the very special occasion my students had planned. My students are incredible. They may not be really huggy or telling you how much they love you every moment, but when it counts, they go above and beyond to show you how much they love you. For weeks (without my knowledge) they had planned a going away party for me. We had these Mexican chip things, brownies and coke. With all the chairs in a circle, we ate our snacks and my students each said something they liked about my teaching and a tip for being a good teacher, (especially to 2nd graders!). I had the amazing opportunity to tell them that I would be coming back next year. They were so excited, it made me bubble with joy! Hojun was the first to share what he liked and his tip. And I quote, “Ms Iman, you will be a good teacher because you are very patient with us, especially when we don’t understand something. And a tip: Second graders are CRAZY!” They had just had the second graders in their class that morning and realized how long their attention span really was! Hehe. Next was Arturo, oh dear Arturo… “Ms Iman, you are very patient with …um…with some of us (looking very sheepish and guilty as the whole class laughed because we all knew WHO he was referring to-himself).” My fifth graders gave me a book filled with letters from them and their pictures, as I flipped through and read, we all talked and laughed. It was wonderful. I treasure the time I had with them. We had a lot of rough spots, but I saw them grown as well as myself.
Saturday we had the club for the children in a different town, children, who once again, have very little. But I must say we had some difficulty getting there. Vicktor had already gone with some of the other guys to the town, while I rode with Pastor Ceasar and everyone else who was going. For about an hour or so the van refused to start. We sat there in the heat waiting, hoping it would start soon so we could go. We knew that Vick and the other guys would be the only ones playing games with about 100 kids. They would have no other help if we could not come. Finally the van started and we were able to get there. I enjoyed myself even more this time since I got to take more of a part. I was on the red team, cheering them on with my limited Spanish vocabulary. =) I enjoyed every moment-met a little girl named Dulces (or sweet/candy). I’m reminded of all the times I did Bible clubs in the states.
March 27, 2010
Saturday we had the club for the children in a different town, children, who once again, have very little. But I must say we had some difficulty getting there. Vicktor had already gone with some of the other guys to the town, while I rode with Pastor Ceasar and everyone else who was going. For about an hour or so the van refused to start. We sat there in the heat waiting, hoping it would start soon so we could go. We knew that Vick and the other guys would be the only ones playing games with about 100 kids. They would have no other help if we could not come. Finally the van started and we were able to get there. I enjoyed myself even more this time since I got to take more of a part. I was on the red team, cheering them on with my limited Spanish vocabulary. =) I enjoyed every moment-met a little girl named Dulces (or sweet/candy). I’m reminded of all the times I did Bible clubs in the states.
March 27, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Ready to make a decision? I think not.
Well, today is Tuesday. Another weekend has come and gone too quickly. I only cant believe that I will be here for only 2 more weeks. QUE TRISTE! How sad! Over the weekend, the missionary family in Chapala took me to a place called Tonala. Can I just say, I LOVE shopping! There is nothing better. Rows and rows of market and shops. After church, we ate KFC, went shopping in Tonala, and then had a lovely visit to starbucks. Monday, we had a meeting for those who want to be involved in the children’s program on Saturdays, playing awana games with the children and teaching them Bible. Everyone was supposed to make a decision if they would be helping every week or not. Pastor Pelayo, Cesar and Vick were all saying that I would be there every week and that I would be back soon. They couldn’t believe that I was leaving. On little papers, we had to write if we would be part of the weekly help (of club ancla) or just help when we could. On my paper, I wrote, if I am in Guadalajara, I will help. This obviously was not what they wanted to hear and kept trying to change what I wrote on my paper. I think it is awesome that two churches, from Chapala and Guadalajara, that are so different can work together for a purpose. In one church, the women only wear skirts and dresses, they listen only to conservative music…Those in Chapala are exactly the opposite, yet both can work together to do something like helping the children of other villages. I find this incredible. I am so thankful that I have had the opportunity to get to know all these people. I feel comfortable with all of them and love them all. I also had a great day with Keren, tickling her all the day long and soaking up her attention, especially since I haven’t spent much time with her.
On to today, I am back at my old house again for another few days, so up bright and early I was, ready to catch the bus. My only surprise, someone from Lincoln staff was on the same bus I was! How funny! I didn’t even know that anyone else took the bus to school, much less, the same bus as me! Today, we finally had our Egyptian museum for my class. They were so excited, that during Spanish class, they kept asking the Spanish teacher if they could start with the museum. Then they kept asking me when we were having the museum. My students had a ball dressing up as people from Egypt. There was a large pyramid covering my desk this morning when I walked it. It was part of our wonderful Egyptian display. They students had fun and did a great job. It was neat to see them share with others exactly what they had learned and there were so excited! We had all kinds of people come through our museum, including the coordinator for elementary and about 5 other classes. The principal even wanted to come through, but he was just a few minutes too late. The other 5th grade class did not come prepared, so they will be presenting on Thursday. Hoping that they come prepared! It’s been quite a great day and ready for tomorrow. We will have our sports Olympics day tomorrow!
Also, sidenote-my principal stopped me today and told me that he wants for his teachers to be involved with their churches, his exact words were, “I just don’t want you starting a church your first year!” He encouraged me in still pursuing ministry, but knowing my boundaries. He told me that he trusted me to find that balance once I started teaching, and that is what I had really wanted to hear from him. So, I am 99% sure I will probably end up at Lincoln, but still unsure (mainly because I’m scared of making adult, 2 year, difficult, stressful decisions!). Pray that I will just have the Lord’s peace when making a decision. I have only another week and a half to decide, and I really need the Lord to show me exactly where He wants me.
On to today, I am back at my old house again for another few days, so up bright and early I was, ready to catch the bus. My only surprise, someone from Lincoln staff was on the same bus I was! How funny! I didn’t even know that anyone else took the bus to school, much less, the same bus as me! Today, we finally had our Egyptian museum for my class. They were so excited, that during Spanish class, they kept asking the Spanish teacher if they could start with the museum. Then they kept asking me when we were having the museum. My students had a ball dressing up as people from Egypt. There was a large pyramid covering my desk this morning when I walked it. It was part of our wonderful Egyptian display. They students had fun and did a great job. It was neat to see them share with others exactly what they had learned and there were so excited! We had all kinds of people come through our museum, including the coordinator for elementary and about 5 other classes. The principal even wanted to come through, but he was just a few minutes too late. The other 5th grade class did not come prepared, so they will be presenting on Thursday. Hoping that they come prepared! It’s been quite a great day and ready for tomorrow. We will have our sports Olympics day tomorrow!
Also, sidenote-my principal stopped me today and told me that he wants for his teachers to be involved with their churches, his exact words were, “I just don’t want you starting a church your first year!” He encouraged me in still pursuing ministry, but knowing my boundaries. He told me that he trusted me to find that balance once I started teaching, and that is what I had really wanted to hear from him. So, I am 99% sure I will probably end up at Lincoln, but still unsure (mainly because I’m scared of making adult, 2 year, difficult, stressful decisions!). Pray that I will just have the Lord’s peace when making a decision. I have only another week and a half to decide, and I really need the Lord to show me exactly where He wants me.
Friday, March 12, 2010
So Little Time
Sometimes the weeks seem to go by so slowly, but as I looked at the calendar today, I realized we only had 2 more weeks left to teach! WHAAAAAAT? Yeah. It’s been good though. Still waiting for God’s guidance, but enjoying my time here, just the same. Last night we had our first “Parent school” night since I have been here. It was quite the long day. I taught Math and two periods of history. Went to the Brien’s house for lunch and got to know them a lot better, which was absolutely incredible! I found out we have the same heart-orphanages and ministry. I love it. Then off to “Parent School.” I felt very encouraged though because of one of my students and her mom. I had just assigned a big project for my students. They are to create an Egyptian museum, which I am very excited about. The mom of my student, Karen, said that the whole way home, the whole afternoon, and the whole way to the meeting, all Karen could talk about was pyramids and mummies. She complimented my teaching and said I was a good teacher. After last week, I felt like this was such a huge encouragement. Nonetheless, it was a long night, especially if you haven’t looked at your lesson plans and it’s 11 at night. Let’s just say that there was lots of coffee flowing in the classroom today! It’s a beautiful thing in life, a beautiful thing…So today I taught math. Thought it seemed rather uneventful, I had a lovely classroom management moment today, at least I thought so. We were going to do some fun pair work stuff, but as I chose partners, my students began to shake their heads and moan. Just yesterday, Kelli had talked to them about that. After two students in a row did it, I just said, “You know what? Forget it, take out a book and read.” There was complete and utter silence for the next ten minutes until I was the one who began talking to them and asking questions about what they were reading. Total silence! Later, I finally let them do their pair work and let’s just say that this time, they didn’t moan and groan. Becoming a teacher, I think I am!
March 12, 2010
March 12, 2010
Waiting eagerly
It’s a new day and I am ready for a new start, a start that includes starbucks! =) hehe. One of the traditions of Wednesdays is that my teacher, Kelli and I, go to starbucks. It’s a beautiful and wonderful thing to have starbucks just right down the road. I do not have to teach classes until 10:20, so it’s a wonderful thing and I feel so blessed to have that time with Kelli and to prepare. I was able to pick her brain a little bit today about what my meeting was about yesterday. I definitely felt like she clarified things a little more, but she encouraged me to talk to the principal some more and talk things over. I hope to do that soon. I am still thinking and mulling over things for next year. Will I be back at Lincoln? Where else will I apply? Where would I want to teach? If not Guadalajara, then where? Second grade? How do I feel about second grade? Will I like it? What if it’s not what I expected? So many questions, still no answers. There is a verse in Psalm that I was reading last night where David says, “In the morning, O Lord, You will hear my voice; In the morning I will order my prayer to you and eagerly watch”-Psalm 5:3. I have prayed and prayed, now I am eagerly watching, watching to see what He will do. I have hope and know that He will answer my prayer. He will give the answer I need. I know He will. Waiting eagerly…
March 10, 2010
March 10, 2010
My life thrown into chaos.
If you have ever had a day that was just complete chaos and completely draining emotionally and physically, congratulations. You know what I am going through. Whenever you have a crazy, exhausting day, it usually starts at the very beginning of your day, as did mine. I went through my usual routine of getting up and getting ready. By 7:00, I was standing at the door, ready to go. Victor said his usual, “Lista?” My response was the usual, “Whenever you are!” Then something unusual happened as I climbed into the car…it cut off. Victor tried it again. Nothing. It was not the battery; it was not the transmission…we had no gas. Yes, you all know that feeling when you need to be somewhere and you realize you have no gas. We also had no money. We went back into the house, got some change and hopped on a bus. With only 45 minutes to get to the school, we decided to find and atm and hail a taxi as soon as possible. That’s what we did. With 10 minutes before class started, I arrived at the school. It was especially crucial that I be at the school, not because I was supposed to teach first period, but because we were supposed to have a game with 4th grade during that first period, and you can take a guess as to who, exactly, was in charge of this game…that would be me. I arrived at the school and the first person I saw was Jed, the teacher for 4th grade. Hallelujah! I approached him quickly before entering my own classroom, when he told me that he had forgotten his class would be going on a field trip that day, meaning I would have to teach my math lesson (prepared for later in the day) first period (IN TEN MINUTES!). I’m sure I was running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, for sure. Let’s just say it was not my most impressive lesson, but I survived. I then had my double history class time, then it was time for my meeting. This was no ordinary meeting, mind you. This was a meeting between myself, my principal, the recruiter, and the person who assists the principal. I had set up this meeting to clarify information concerning my living arrangements, and why I am living where I am. These were things that needed to be explained. As I explained these things, they were all very gracious and understood everything I said. They then proceeded to tell me that they had accepted my application to teach at Lincoln, but that I would not be able to do any kind of ministry outside of Lincoln. For those of you who know me, you can understand why this was so difficult. Every church I have been in, I have been deeply involved. I am not one of those people who can go to church, listen to the sermon, and take a hike. That’s just not ME. That’s not how I function or grow. All day today, I have been struggling back and forth with a decision. I have told them that I will decide before spring break, which is March 27th. I am not sure where God wants me right now. If I cannot do any kind of ministry, then I do not believe that it is God’s will for me to be at Lincoln. I do not believe I can function that way. I eventually gave up on the worrying though and decided to sleep it off, then grade papers. Have you ever had times when you just needed a little bit of encouragement and you didn’t even realize it? As I was grading papers, I came across a worksheet I had given my students (a fun one of course!) in which they had to finish the sentence about a funny picture shown. At the bottom of the page, it said, “Notes for teachers.” I hadn’t even looked at this because I definitely did not expect my students to put anything there. On one, Fran had written, “Do this again!” because she had enjoyed the worksheet. Imagine that! Students actually enjoy some worksheets! Shocking! Another of my students had written, “You are a good and fun teacher. =) -Abi” If you have kept up with my blog at all, you will remember that more than one of my students had complained to their parents (who had then complained to Kelli) that they were bored in class. Since then, I have determined to do everything in my power to make life more interesting and keep those students occupied, but this little note of encouragement brightened my day and will definitely keep me going for a good long while. Teachers need encouragement too. So, here I am waiting for answers from the Lord, but encouraged by just a few kind words…
March 9, 2010
March 9, 2010
Slow Motion
Now that my 3 weeks of full-time teaching are over, everything seems to be going in slow motion…well, at least. slowER. What a peacefull weekend I had in Chapala. I did…NOTHING. Ok ok, so I did do some lesson planning, but I slept better than I have my entire time here. Saturday night some of the girls were in the kitchen cleaning up dinner. I curled up on the couch and they asked me, “are you going to sleep?” I responded with a “no, I’m just resting my eyes.” For those of you who have said this before, you know what that phrase REALLY means. I was sleeping like a long in only a few short minutes. Maybe I should always sleep on the couch! Hehe. Today, I taught only one period of math. Once math was over at 9:25 this morning, there was nothing left to be done, but prepare for the rest of the week. Believe it or not, I got all my copies made and resources needed for the entire week! I told kelli she should be proud of me. First time that has ever happened.
March 8, 2010
March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Written in words inexpressible...
I don’t know if any of you have ever had a hard time expressing yourselves, but I have recently found a new cd that expresses all my thoughts and feelings perfectly right now. The songs recorded seem like they came straight from my heart, even thought I know someone else wrote them. “Who is it?” you wonder…Fracesca Battistelli, singing songs like “Letting go and Keep me guessing” reminding me that though I have no idea what’s going to happen in the future, it’s ok because God is control. “Lead me to the cross” reminding me that whatever happens, stay focused on the cross, that is the true focus. “My paper heart” is in the Lord’s hands even though it feels like I’ve been waiting for so long and “Someday,” I’ll be free to give my heart away, when God’s timing is right, but until then and forever, HE is my “forever love” and I’ll always sing and live for Him. It’s His love and grace that have made my life “Beautiful, beautiful.” So yes, if you want a little deeper insight to my life, take a listen.
It’s Friday! Week 3 of full time teaching OVER…don’t get me wrong, I’m lovin teaching, but definitely ready for a little break. I’m reminded of what my best friend just said today, “And you want to do this the REST OF YOUR LIFE?” Why yes, I do…this just isn’t how I pictured it. Life isn’t exactly going how I had it planned, if you haven’t noticed. I think God enjoys the twists and turns in life. He is unpredictable. Therefore, so is life. I’ve loved teaching here, I love my class, my family/families, my teacher, my professors…I’m just ready for a “job well done, my good and faithful servant.” Not saying I want to die, I just cant wait to hear the Lord say those words. I feel weary right now and my brain is going to explode. I’m hoping that when I get to heaven God will look at me and say, “Good job, my precious daughter. You accomplished what I wanted you to with what I gave you.” I sincerely hope I don’t hear, “Good job daughter, but you could have definitely done better in this area and this…and this…and this…” I want to do everything to the best of my ability and for His glory so that I can please Him and “make Him proud.”
March 5, 2010
It’s Friday! Week 3 of full time teaching OVER…don’t get me wrong, I’m lovin teaching, but definitely ready for a little break. I’m reminded of what my best friend just said today, “And you want to do this the REST OF YOUR LIFE?” Why yes, I do…this just isn’t how I pictured it. Life isn’t exactly going how I had it planned, if you haven’t noticed. I think God enjoys the twists and turns in life. He is unpredictable. Therefore, so is life. I’ve loved teaching here, I love my class, my family/families, my teacher, my professors…I’m just ready for a “job well done, my good and faithful servant.” Not saying I want to die, I just cant wait to hear the Lord say those words. I feel weary right now and my brain is going to explode. I’m hoping that when I get to heaven God will look at me and say, “Good job, my precious daughter. You accomplished what I wanted you to with what I gave you.” I sincerely hope I don’t hear, “Good job daughter, but you could have definitely done better in this area and this…and this…and this…” I want to do everything to the best of my ability and for His glory so that I can please Him and “make Him proud.”
March 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
“And they shall know…”
It’s week 3 day 3 of full time teaching. 2 more days to go, then slow-down time. How exciting! I feel like those first 2 weeks of full time teaching was so…”go go go go go” and hectic. Week 3 is more like, “relax, enjoy the scenery, have some fun.” Really, for the first time with my students, I was really silly. They are finally a little more under control and I can be a little crazy. We read about David and Goliath today-yes, a story we all know, but I think we had fun. I got to act like I was puney little david and one of my students had to use his manly voice to be goliath. In reading, my silliness continued for a few minutes. I had Karen, one of my quieter, more well-behaved students, uncontrollably laughing. It was great to see. I finally felt a little more like myself, I was having a little more fun and not caring too much what they thought about my silliness. I think/hope they loved it. Though I know I still have a long way to go, I love to look back and see the progress I’ve made. Math was not so great today, but when I look back on how I felt at the beginning about teaching math, I realize how confident I have become and I feel like I could definitely teach any math to elementary. I feel more confident in my classroom management skills- thanks to Kelli. Life has been pretty easy this week. My student who used to roll her eyes at me all the time, now listens to what I say and I haven’t seen any eyes rolling around lately. Occasionally, she even smiles at me =) Student teaching is no longer so stressful and difficult. I feel like I could be a teacher now. I actually cant WAIT to have my own class, do certain things my own way, make my stamp. I look forward to teaching instead of dreading that math lesson because I know that a student might have to comfort me because I did so badly. Never will that happen again. I think I have the confidence, and the help and support to make it. If I may, I am going to change a little bit of what David said to Goliath. Facing my own battle, I say, “I come not to teach with unbeatable lesson plans, snazzy computers, abundant resources, and impressive skills, but with the help of the Lord God. Because of what He will do through me, my students will see and know that He is the Lord.”
3/3/10
3/3/10
Monday, March 1, 2010
Starting Fresh
It’s a new day, a new week. Victor has gone to Quawila to get his mom and I get the joy and privilege of staying with his brother, Pastor Pelayo and his family once again! I have missed them terribly and it has been great to be with them once again. When I saw Keren (my little Spanish tutor/buddy), they were running out the door and she basically asked me when I was here. She had to leave before I could answer, but I was sad I didn’t get to talk to her at all. She is not really huggy toward me or anything, but I could tell that she had missed me when a boy who was staying here asked why I was here. Sonya said, that I was a visitor and friend. Keren corrected her and said something to the effect, “She’s MY friend!” (very defensively of course). Of course, I loved it. It’s good to spend time with them again.
At school today, I was still very sick, stomach-wise. It was alright though since I had a really easy day at school. It was really nice (and convenient!). After school, I need to buy Hershey bars for math lesson, so Lauren and I went on the bus and went to the plaza. While we were there, we got a little…distracted. It just so happened that we passed and entered a nail salon, which also happened to be next to a fabric store. Likely story, I know, but some things just cant be helped. We had to stop and stop, we did. Best part of the day-my teacher said that she could tell that my confidence has upped and that she could tell I’m working on it! I want to be the best that God has made me to be.
3/1/10
At school today, I was still very sick, stomach-wise. It was alright though since I had a really easy day at school. It was really nice (and convenient!). After school, I need to buy Hershey bars for math lesson, so Lauren and I went on the bus and went to the plaza. While we were there, we got a little…distracted. It just so happened that we passed and entered a nail salon, which also happened to be next to a fabric store. Likely story, I know, but some things just cant be helped. We had to stop and stop, we did. Best part of the day-my teacher said that she could tell that my confidence has upped and that she could tell I’m working on it! I want to be the best that God has made me to be.
3/1/10
Starting Fresh
It’s a new day, a new week. Victor has gone to Quawila to get his mom and I get the joy and privilege of staying with his brother, Pastor Pelayo and his family once again! I have missed them terribly and it has been great to be with them once again. When I saw Keren (my little Spanish tutor/buddy), they were running out the door and she basically asked me when I was here. She had to leave before I could answer, but I was sad I didn’t get to talk to her at all. She is not really huggy toward me or anything, but I could tell that she had missed me when a boy who was staying here asked why I was here. Sonya said, that I was a visitor and friend. Keren corrected her and said something to the effect, “She’s MY friend!” (very defensively of course). Of course, I loved it. It’s good to spend time with them again.
At school today, I was still very sick, stomach-wise. It was alright though since I had a really easy day at school. It was really nice (and convenient!). After school, I need to buy Hershey bars for math lesson, so Lauren and I went on the bus and went to the plaza. While we were there, we got a little…distracted. It just so happened that we passed and entered a nail salon, which also happened to be next to a fabric store. Likely story, I know, but some things just cant be helped. We had to stop and stop, we did. Best part of the day-my teacher said that she could tell that my confidence has upped and that she could tell I’m working on it! I want to be the best that God has made me to be.
3/1/10
At school today, I was still very sick, stomach-wise. It was alright though since I had a really easy day at school. It was really nice (and convenient!). After school, I need to buy Hershey bars for math lesson, so Lauren and I went on the bus and went to the plaza. While we were there, we got a little…distracted. It just so happened that we passed and entered a nail salon, which also happened to be next to a fabric store. Likely story, I know, but some things just cant be helped. We had to stop and stop, we did. Best part of the day-my teacher said that she could tell that my confidence has upped and that she could tell I’m working on it! I want to be the best that God has made me to be.
3/1/10
Week 2 down…
Week 2 of full-time teaching is over. One more to go. It has been a physically and emotionally exhausting week. Physically because I am constantly preparing, grading, teaching…emotionally because I have 16 students at all different levels of learning. I have 2 Korean students, 1 australian student, 1 American/Colombian, and the rest are Mexican. All this to say 15 out of my 16 struggle with English. My ONE student who doesn’t complained one day to her mom that she was bored in my class…not to say that I am boring, I’d like to add. I try to be as creative and out of the box as possible. We play tons of games and do hands on activities. She told some of the other students that she was bored, so of course, they followed her lead. Two parents have talked to my teacher. Can I just say? Highly embarrassing and discouraging. I am determined to take it and be better though. My teacher and I had a talk. She told me that she thinks it is my confidence level. I need to be more confident and firm in my approach, I cant let them get away with talking or speaking Spanish…AT ALL. I need to have complete control of the classroom. Remember when I said after the first day of teaching that teaching is all about confidence? Yeah! I’m still learning that! So anyway, I am determined to start this week out strong. I plan to be confident, overload my students with things to do when they are bored, and have fun. I have been sick all weekend =( but look forward to a new week and fresh start.
This week, my professor came to Guadalajara (yay for mr auld!). Lauren and I had a great lunch with him and talk with Glenn (the principal) and his wife. Friday I was quite ill with fever, sinus issues, and stomach issues. During the night, as time slowly passed and the lack of sleep bore down on me, I determined that going to the teacher conference of Friday was not an option. Sadly, I also didn’t get to take Mr. Auld to the center that afternoon either, but I did have many MANY hours of well-needed sleep. =) Saturday, we had an amazing opportunity to take a little trip to San Juan (45 minutes north of Guadalajara) with many other people from the 2 churches in Chapala and Guadalajara. There we had a little awana program for the children, children who have nothing. The people in this village lost their crops to flooding and don’t even have a market. Nothing. There were games for the children, candy, prizes, food, and a Bible lesson. Because I didn’t feel well, I just cheered from the sidelines and took pictures, but it was definitely amazing to be a part of that. It reminded me of the days of CEF and doing backyard Bible clubs. I miss being a part of ministries like that. The Lord has blessed me immensely in so many ways here. How can I ever leave?
2/27/10
This week, my professor came to Guadalajara (yay for mr auld!). Lauren and I had a great lunch with him and talk with Glenn (the principal) and his wife. Friday I was quite ill with fever, sinus issues, and stomach issues. During the night, as time slowly passed and the lack of sleep bore down on me, I determined that going to the teacher conference of Friday was not an option. Sadly, I also didn’t get to take Mr. Auld to the center that afternoon either, but I did have many MANY hours of well-needed sleep. =) Saturday, we had an amazing opportunity to take a little trip to San Juan (45 minutes north of Guadalajara) with many other people from the 2 churches in Chapala and Guadalajara. There we had a little awana program for the children, children who have nothing. The people in this village lost their crops to flooding and don’t even have a market. Nothing. There were games for the children, candy, prizes, food, and a Bible lesson. Because I didn’t feel well, I just cheered from the sidelines and took pictures, but it was definitely amazing to be a part of that. It reminded me of the days of CEF and doing backyard Bible clubs. I miss being a part of ministries like that. The Lord has blessed me immensely in so many ways here. How can I ever leave?
2/27/10
An unexpected reward
I just had a reminder of exactly why I want to be a teacher, especially teaching Bible. Teachers have this unbelievably amazing emotional high when they see one of their students excel and learn. When I prepared for my night of little sleep and much nail paint (a.k.a. The 5th grade girls’ sleepover) I did not expect to be unexpectedly rewarded. Yes, it was a great time of hanging out, fun, and laughter, but when it came time for the devotion, all the girls settled down. Maryn, the other 5th grade teacher read from the Max Lucado book, You are Special.
Sidenote: My class memorizes a new verse every week. As I was teaching on Samuel for the second week, I had no idea what verse to use, so as I turned the pages of my Bible, on a search, Isaiah 43 caught my eye. I wrote it down on the board. No reason or Rhyme (or so it seemed).
When Maryn got to the part in the book when the little creation is talking to His maker, the maker of the little toy/thing says, “You are mine, I made you exactly the way you,” one of my girls excitedly raises her hand and goes, “Hey it’s just like our verse, ‘Fear not, I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine!” All the other girls in my class nodded their heads in agreement. I cannot tell you the emotion that ran through my veins. As a teacher, I think this is the greatest reward that one can have, for a student to take a verse and knowledge that we teachers hope and pray they understand, and they take it and apply it. I am so thankful the Lord had me there to witness this incredible dawning of understanding and application!
Feb 19,2010
Sidenote: My class memorizes a new verse every week. As I was teaching on Samuel for the second week, I had no idea what verse to use, so as I turned the pages of my Bible, on a search, Isaiah 43 caught my eye. I wrote it down on the board. No reason or Rhyme (or so it seemed).
When Maryn got to the part in the book when the little creation is talking to His maker, the maker of the little toy/thing says, “You are mine, I made you exactly the way you,” one of my girls excitedly raises her hand and goes, “Hey it’s just like our verse, ‘Fear not, I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine!” All the other girls in my class nodded their heads in agreement. I cannot tell you the emotion that ran through my veins. As a teacher, I think this is the greatest reward that one can have, for a student to take a verse and knowledge that we teachers hope and pray they understand, and they take it and apply it. I am so thankful the Lord had me there to witness this incredible dawning of understanding and application!
Feb 19,2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
An alternative to ordinary, everyday sandwiches…
Is it really Wednesday? Wow. The weeks seem so slow, and the weekends so fast. Today is my third full day of teaching. Can you believe it? I have been here for exactly 42 days! Woopey! How crazy is that. Well, anyway…I continue to learn from my mistakes. I am learning how to make routine procedures more interesting, more like a game. That’s what it takes to keep 5th graders interested in ANYTHING! As I got ready to start Bible, I looked around and noticed all my students yawning. This is quite normal after lunch and read aloud, but it was especially bad today. So, out I sent them to do laps. I watched as the competitive ones raced around the patio to see who would land first place while the social butterflies fluttered their way around the basketball court. This was when I knew, I HAVE to do something! We took a few extra minutes and race around the patio we did! They did liven up a little more. For that I was thankful. After school and our lovely faculty meeting, I came back home and ate a wonderful alternative to sandwiches. We Americans like to put our meat, cheese and toppings on two nice crisp pieces of bread. Here, they like to put their meat, cheese, and toppings on nice crispy tostadas. You should most definitely try a tostada topped with a slice of meat, sour cream, fresh cabbage, crumpled cheese, and hot sauce. Mmmmmm, what a delight! Anyway, that was my short break before my long evening of grading and preparing for the morrow. Now, I continue on…goodnight dear readers.
2/17/10
2/17/10
Deliciousness…
Egg roll things
1) heat pan, put in a little oil
2) cut fresh cabbage into little strips.
3) cook cabbage in oil once it is hot. Continue stirring it until it is nice and soft
4) stir in soy sauce
5) take cabbage off of heat.
6) lightly toast flour torillas in clean pan.
7) roll a little bit of cabbage in tortillas. Spread whisked egg on pieces of tortilla to keep it together
8) put a few spoonfuls of oil in pan. Cook rolls in pan.
Rice:
1) Brown rice in a little bit of oil, but make sure rice is coated in oil.
2) cut carrots into small squares.
3) once rice is brown, add 3 ½ -4 cups of water, mi arroz, and carrots. Cover and let cook
4) eat…
Agua de arroz (like horchata)
1) let rice sit in water.
2) pour in blender. Blend until fine.
3) pour in pitcher, add sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla (don’t know how much) dilute with water.
2/16/10
1) heat pan, put in a little oil
2) cut fresh cabbage into little strips.
3) cook cabbage in oil once it is hot. Continue stirring it until it is nice and soft
4) stir in soy sauce
5) take cabbage off of heat.
6) lightly toast flour torillas in clean pan.
7) roll a little bit of cabbage in tortillas. Spread whisked egg on pieces of tortilla to keep it together
8) put a few spoonfuls of oil in pan. Cook rolls in pan.
Rice:
1) Brown rice in a little bit of oil, but make sure rice is coated in oil.
2) cut carrots into small squares.
3) once rice is brown, add 3 ½ -4 cups of water, mi arroz, and carrots. Cover and let cook
4) eat…
Agua de arroz (like horchata)
1) let rice sit in water.
2) pour in blender. Blend until fine.
3) pour in pitcher, add sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla (don’t know how much) dilute with water.
2/16/10
Fully Loaded…
No, I didn’t recently watch “Herbie, fully loaded.” I have just found new meaning in those words as I have become fully loaded with classes. I am excited, but using as much effort as possible to avoid being overwhelmed. Today, I taught history for the first time, a lesson that I was really excited about. I had big plans. I would do stations with the students, using the projector for one (to draw a large map of Africa) and detective stations, having students search their books, Bibles, and imaginations for answers to questions. This was all really great in theory, but we all know that when one thing goes wrong, it can be more like a domino effect. Unfortunately, the projector pitched a fit and absolutely, totally and completely refused to cooperate. And of course, during this time, my students found the projector fascinating. I was left with a projector that refused to work and a class completely distracted. After my students left, the other group of fifth graders came in for their history lesson. I had to think of something quick! How could I have them make other maps, without using the projector? I decided they would just have a drawing contest. We would see what group could draw the map. That’s exactly what we did. The second period was much smoother and I felt a sense of accomplishment since I had learned form my mistake. I am learning that much of teaching is preparation, confidence, AND the ability to think quickly. You have to be able to think of other things within a short period of time to make your lesson go better, to wake up your students, or to just make things more fun.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Forever goals.
My first week of ALMOST full teaching is almost over. I have been teaching everything my teacher usually teaches except for History, which I start next week. I have loved every minute, but realized how much work it really is! Though, I must say, I have also learned how amazing it is to be ahead and prepared ahead of time. It's a beautiful thing in life, that is for sure. Yesterday, I had my first real teacher epiphany. I was completely unprepared for Bible…kind of. I was teaching on Samuel and the Israelites when the lost the battle and took the ark of the covenant with them. I had taught this lesson last semester and loved it, but I didn’t get to really prepare at all before I taught it again (shhhh…don’t tell!). Now, this is not a good example for you to follow, you student teachers to be…I was totally unprepared, but obviously the Lord can use those like me. I only got through 2 of the 3 chapters I was supposed to do. I was teaching about how when Dagon, the god, was before the Arc of the Covenant of God, he felt flat on his face and broke apart (ok, so maybe I was a LITTLE more dramatic, but anyway…) and how all the people were getting tumors and dying. Can you imagine all the people in Guadalajara dead or having tumors? They were eating out of the palm of my hand. After talking about this, we ran out of time and I said, “Is it ok if we finish our story next time?” and of course they said, “NOOOOOOOOOO we want to finish it now!” oh, the joy of teaching. I had to try my hardest to keep from smiling! I have realized that I want every lesson I teach to end just like that, “please can we keep going! Don’t stop!” This morning my students were sad to stop our activity because their Spanish teacher was there. I am learning to even have a love for Math…next subjects to conquer: Reading (and THAT’s a hard one!), grammar and spelling, and History. I’m excited, but looking forward to growing as a teacher…what excitement lays ahead!
Four weeks…
Can you believe it? I have been here for 4 weeks!!! Where has the time gone? How will I ever be able to leave? I have no idea. I feel like God has been confirming the possibility of coming back to Mexico in August, but nothing is sure yet. I talked to my parents on Sunday, expecting to be bombarded by questions and advice. Instead, the words spoken to me were, “Sheila, whatever your decision, we support you 100%.” What incredible parents I have! My grandfather even agreed to fly down and see me! My best friend messaged me and said, “I will miss you, but do whatever God wants you to do.” The encouragement has not stopped coming. I am so incredibly blessed to have such a support system! Please keep praying for God’s guidance and peace as He leads me in what to do next year!
02/03/10
Today was my very first full day of teaching. It will not happen every day this week, but today was the day. I taught Math, Reading, Grammar, and Spelling. I loved every moment. I definitely was making up stuff as I went along sometimes, but it was fun to have my own class and yeah. In math, I got to teach my students something new. We got the joy of using protractors today to measure angles. We measured things in the room that had angles, the open door, the desks, the window…They enjoyed getting out of their seats and doing things. I then taught reading on summarizing. The students came to the front, chose a paper out of my little cup and had to summarize the topic written on their paper. Grammar and spelling though…this was my challenge. All future student teachers, here’s a free tidbit: BE PREPARED! =) no really…be prepared. Know what you are doing ahead of time…EVERYTHING. Make sure you have copies of everything you need. For me, I needed copies of a worksheet, but didn’t have it. So, we made it up and everything was just fine. My favorite part of teaching today was saying, “ready, get set, GOLDFISH!” or “ready, set, GOLDEN!” After a while though, they got smart, too smart. They could no longer be tricked. I am going to love being a teacher, I’m convinced. I had some doubts when I realized how much lesson planning there is and that I would have fifth graders, but in spite of it all, I’m loving it! I’ve been planning for hours, and now it’s time to hit the sack! Goodnight readers…read on!
2/8/10
02/03/10
Today was my very first full day of teaching. It will not happen every day this week, but today was the day. I taught Math, Reading, Grammar, and Spelling. I loved every moment. I definitely was making up stuff as I went along sometimes, but it was fun to have my own class and yeah. In math, I got to teach my students something new. We got the joy of using protractors today to measure angles. We measured things in the room that had angles, the open door, the desks, the window…They enjoyed getting out of their seats and doing things. I then taught reading on summarizing. The students came to the front, chose a paper out of my little cup and had to summarize the topic written on their paper. Grammar and spelling though…this was my challenge. All future student teachers, here’s a free tidbit: BE PREPARED! =) no really…be prepared. Know what you are doing ahead of time…EVERYTHING. Make sure you have copies of everything you need. For me, I needed copies of a worksheet, but didn’t have it. So, we made it up and everything was just fine. My favorite part of teaching today was saying, “ready, get set, GOLDFISH!” or “ready, set, GOLDEN!” After a while though, they got smart, too smart. They could no longer be tricked. I am going to love being a teacher, I’m convinced. I had some doubts when I realized how much lesson planning there is and that I would have fifth graders, but in spite of it all, I’m loving it! I’ve been planning for hours, and now it’s time to hit the sack! Goodnight readers…read on!
2/8/10
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Ready for the pain...
This time, I was prepared. I had already been through the shock and felt the pain. When I went to the orphanage again today, I was ready. I knew what awaited. I walked into the baby room and of course, was flocked by children. Most of the time, I had a child in each arm, spinning them around and hugging them. Once again, I saw their hunger for love, but this time, I also saw their pain revealed through anger. Some of the children want so much to be loved that they become frustrated and angry. Can you imagine living with that pain? Can you imagine being so desperate for love? I wanted to take every one of them home. Thankfully we got to take one! =) Fili, who the missionary family is trying to adopt, came home with us. He constantly wants to be held, and I happened to be the closest one at the time. As we toured and looked around the new church building, he clung to me, pointing to all the sights and fun things around. It’s been so amazing to see this family and everyone loving on little Fili. I long to be part of it. Today was a test of sorts, trying to figure out if I’m really cut out to help with an orphanage. Do I have the strength? Can I love then unconditionally? Can I love them, but be firm even when they are frustrated and in need of love? I think so. Today I realized, if this is what the Lord wants me to do with my life, He will provide the strength. That is my conclusion. The missionary family here in Chapala has said that if I come back, I could live with them. There are three English schools in Chapala. Also, the principal at Lincoln has encouraged me to come back. Grad school? Teaching in Chapala? Teaching in Guadalajara? Who knows…I’m waiting and praying for God’s guidance and peace.
02/01/10
02/01/10
I once was blind, but now I see…and how thankful I am!
Today, we went on a field trip!!! I have heard that every field trip ends in a headache for the teachers…I found this to be quite true, but not because of the students. Trompo Magico was an amazing experience. There were so many hands-on activities for the students to do. There was a section that was to teach the senses and functions of the body. If you held onto this machine with your hands, you could watch a fake heart pumping to the beat of your heart…creepy, I know, but definitely cool. There was a place where you could smell all kinds of different scents and you could literally WATCH sound waves. If that’s not cool, I don’t know what is. Our last section of Trompo Magico took place in a very dark room (several rooms actually). In this area, rather like a maze, it was so dark you couldn’t see a thing. The only advantage you had was all your senses EXCEPT for sight. There were traffic sounds. We had to find our way around the cars and try to cross the street, without sight (they weren’t actual moving cars, mind you). We had to feel the different foods and eat without being able to see; we had to go on a boat ride without seeing. This whole time we were only to use our hands and walking sticks. This seems really great, but my main challenge was the fact that I was practically deaf AND blind. I understood very few words our guide said. I understood words for left, right, straight, sit, be careful, and that’s it. I did not understand anything that was going on. I was separated from my students for the majority of the time. I never realized how frustrating it could be. I can’t imagine being blind and moving to a different country. For an hour and a half, I could not wait to get out of that room! I couldn’t wait to see where I was going. I couldn’t wait to understand what was going on around me. Finally, at the end of our tour, I literally saw a light at the end of the tunnel and my heart leaped for joy! Also, I saw our tour guide at the end. I was shocked to find that he was blind. I had no idea. The whole time, it was the blind leading the “not-so-blind.” And believe me, he did a FAR better job of getting around in that room that I did! Wow! What an appreciation I gained for those who are blind or deaf. I couldn’t believe how stressful it was and how frustrating it could be. What a blessing to have eyes that see and ears that hear. How thankful I am for the gifts God has given me.
01/29/10
01/29/10
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Begging for love...
I stood there, in the main room, observing everything, children running around in their pajamas, some sitting at the table eating, while others greeted us at the door. After being there for a few short minutes, one child walked straight up to me, put her arms around my legs and wanted me to pick her up. How could I resist? Her smile made me breathless and my heart beat faster at the sound of her laugh. When she finally let go, others replaced her as I sat down, their arms entwined around my neck, begging for love, anyone’s love. Their small faces surrounded me; I was almost sure that they could hear my heart breaking. Why does love have to hurt so much? Why is there so much pain? I know that God has given me this dream and passion for a reason, but I’m realizing more and more, it’s going to hurt. There will be sacrifice and the sacrifice is my heart…
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down…
I am never EVER ready for Mondays. I began my first Math lesson this morning at 8:00, beginning with a devotional. My first lesson was on probability. Ever since teaching one lesson at Ben Lippen, I have not had much confidence teaching Math and have been dreading it. Probability seemed like such a difficult concept to grasp, but I was determined to try to make it as fun as I possible could. We flipped coins, rolled dice, and flicked spinners. It was one of the most fun lessons I have ever done! I also got to start teaching Samson, which I love! After teaching, I went back to the house, welcomed by the familiar faces of my family that lives near the center! I was so glad to see some people that I knew. It was so enjoyable to spend the afternoon with them. Then, as uneventful as it seems, I lesson planned for the rest of the day. Welcome to the life of a teacher…
January 25, 2010
January 25, 2010
Another day in Chapala
I am still amazed every time I see those beautiful mountains in the distance, enhancing the beauty of the lake they are next to. When the sun shines on the lake and the mountains are in full view, it can take your breath away. Oh the beauty of God’s Creation! Every time I am at the church, I feel more and more a part of it. I meet many Americans and also some Mexican people who are very kind. One American woman has a house full of hummingbirds! I enjoyed my beautiful day at the church and seeing a little more of Chapala, not including Shirlock Holmes (good movie!). We returned to Guadalajara at 11 that night, starving, longing for something to eat! And of course, we ate my favorite. We walked down to a little taco stand and got delicious tacos. Then I proceeded to get settled into my new house with Victor’s mom, niece, and nephew, all of whom are wonderful.
01/24/2010
To the center again
I had already been to the center TWICE yesterday, when I found myself there again. Only this time, I knew how to get home, walking. I also wasn’t by myself. Lupita, the director of all elementary at Lincoln school had invited all of us student teachers to shop with her at the center. Lupita, Lauren, Kelli (my teacher), Sarah, one other teacher, and I all headed for a lovely day of shopping at the center. We found all sorts of wonderful deals and had a bundle of fun doing it. I later found out that my family had to leave for a week or so. I packed all my bags and got ready to head out to Chapala. I would spend the night with the pastor’s family there. I had a wonderful time with a wonderful family. They were so kind and it was nice to be around Americans for a little while. I loved every moment.
*shocking fact for all- I slept in the same room with a snake. Shocking, I know!
*shocking fact for all- I slept in the same room with a snake. Shocking, I know!
I once was lost but now am found
Today, what a day! After a long day of parent teacher meetings, it was time to ride the bus. I gave the man my 6 pesos and settled down for the ride. Only problem was that it was so full that I could hardly even get out of my seat. I stepped onto the sidewalk, relieved that I had made it off the bus and onto my sidewalk. Then, like out of a dream, I heard my name…and yes, it was in ENGLISH! My eyes scanned the sidewalk, then the road before finding the familiar looking truck in front of me. Then I recognized the person from whom the sound it was coming from. It was LAUREN! In the middle of Guadalajara, 30 minutes from school, here was Lauren, right on my street! I couldn’t believe my eyes. She and her party were on their way to the center (within walking distance of my house) and they were lost on my street. We all went (Lauren and I in the back of the truck of course) to the center together. It was my first time seeing the plaza there, some of the market, and other sites known to the center. We had wonderful tacos and horchata. After several hours had passed, we got back into the truck and I was dropped off at the bus station at la Plaza del Sol, which is near Lauren’s house). Of course, I kept an eye out for my bus, number 258. When I finally saw it, I rushed to get on. After some time had passed, I began to see signs and stores I did not remember. It also didn’t help that the man sitting down near me (I was standing) kept staring at me the whole time!)The bus turned on streets I had never been on. Then I realized…I CAN’T be on the right bus. This isn’t right. I looked on the side window, and there it was- bus 258D. I knew I was in trouble now, but I had to keep my cool. The last thing I wanted everyone to know was that I was lost. I couldn’t even see the street signs around me. I had no idea where I was. Finally I saw a cathedral and knew I was near the center. Victor’s first words when I called him and told him I was on the wrong bus were, “Are you kidding me?” because of course, I always joked about being on the wrong bus! Here I was, in the dark, by myself, in the middle of Guadalajara, completely and totally lost. I had never been so happy to see Victor’s lovely purple SUV. Completely exhausted from my events of the day, I returned home, happy to sleep it off…
01/22/2010
01/22/2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
El Autobus
Best parts of my day:
1. finding out I didn’t have to teach today! Yay!
2. discovering the fact that we don’t have school tomorrow!
3. Thinking about going to the market on Saturday with Sarah (another student teacher).
These are some of my most exciting moments of the day, though I must say that there is one more which I most proud of. =) Today, (drum roll) I rode the bus by myself FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! I have never ridden the bus myself, even in the U.S. I have ridden in many taxis in Mexico D.F. and had many good memories riding the bus with Erendira, but never a bus by myself. I thought for sure I would get lost or miss my stop, but God definitely protected me and I made it back home safely and quickly. Of course, after my bus ride, I decided that I had earned a nice long nap. My nap was cut short when everyone came home and well…yeah. Let just say that my room was the main passage way. =P
Another surprise that awaited me: when I came home, I was starving. Looked in the kitchen and found a large pot of chicken soup…containing chicken claws (or so I assume).
January 21, 2010
1. finding out I didn’t have to teach today! Yay!
2. discovering the fact that we don’t have school tomorrow!
3. Thinking about going to the market on Saturday with Sarah (another student teacher).
These are some of my most exciting moments of the day, though I must say that there is one more which I most proud of. =) Today, (drum roll) I rode the bus by myself FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! I have never ridden the bus myself, even in the U.S. I have ridden in many taxis in Mexico D.F. and had many good memories riding the bus with Erendira, but never a bus by myself. I thought for sure I would get lost or miss my stop, but God definitely protected me and I made it back home safely and quickly. Of course, after my bus ride, I decided that I had earned a nice long nap. My nap was cut short when everyone came home and well…yeah. Let just say that my room was the main passage way. =P
Another surprise that awaited me: when I came home, I was starving. Looked in the kitchen and found a large pot of chicken soup…containing chicken claws (or so I assume).
January 21, 2010
HELP ME!
I don’t know if any of you ever have this problem, but I just don’t like to ask questions that start with words such as “Can you help me…” or “I don’t know how to…” “Is there anyway to…” These are not the most used words in my vocabulary and I sometimes find it difficult to exercise the use of these phrases. God has a sense of humor though since I have had to learn to use these words daily in Mexico. It has become a part of my every day language, or so it seems. I have to ask someone to help me AT LEAST a few times a day. Today was definitely one requiring “the special words.” Many of you know that I strongly dislike doing laundry, meaning that I usually wait until I HAVE to do my laundry. Well, it all started with Sonya giving me directions how to do it in Spanish. Then, I had to put the hose in the machine to get the water into it…then the water stopped. Nothing…no water…still nothing. Something was wrong. Obviously I had too many clothes (considering the washer can only do about 5 pieces of clothing at a time!!!) so we had to get all of my dripping wet clothes out and put them in a little trashcan. We then lugged the trashcan (please use your imagination) down the street to the laundry mat, where we dripped water all over their nice clean floor. Of course, all the people in the laundry mat were men who stood there watching me empty my dripping laundry from the trashcan into the washer. We then took my still wet clothes home and hung them all over the patio…everywhere. All that to say, it was an adventure! I learned several new words: jabon-soap; secar-to dry; lavareria-laundry mat; and tintoreria- a place for dry cleaning. Anyway, it was quite an experience, but the upside: I now have clean clothes…
January 20, 2010
January 20, 2010
A first of many things...
Firsts of the week:
-first time ever teaching about Jephthah
-first time spending 3 lessons on the same story
-first time teaching to 5th graders
-first time riding the bus in Guadalajara!
Jephthah- first time I have ever taught about Jephthah…and the first time I taught in front of my class. My teacher is incredibly encouraging. I’m so blessed to have such an amazing teacher. She is out of this world amazing. Anyway, my first time teaching about Jephthah was actually yesterday (Monday!). Today is Tuesday and once again, I taught about Jephthah…guess what I’ll teach tomorrow!?!?! You guessed it! Jephthah! =) yeah…I’m praying about that one…Today I had my students draw and make a paper about how Christ sees them-more than conquerors! Romans 8, gotta love it! (of course, doing romans and identity definitely makes me miss my girls! Olivia, Rachel, Katie, michelle, I miss you guys) I miss being able to really spill my heart out to my girls. ANYWAY, it was a little difficult doing this with my 5th graders just because it was the end of the day and they were tired and they are all at different levels. So, to say the least, it was interesting…My teacher was extremely encouraging though and talked through it with me and gave me tips and encouragement.
Today I finally got to ride the bus here! Yay! Though, I must say that I’m sure it increases balance. I thought I was pretty good at balancing, but apparently, riding the bus requires special talent and is not for the weak of heart…it was good though. Fun. Cant wait to try again tomorrow.
And yes, we did have another “adventure” today, but not too dramatic. We got to the gas station, and of course, the car wouldn’t start! …then we realized it was in neutral. =P but even when we put it in park, we still had a hard time starting it. We were just hoping to get home without stalling.
Many of you have received emails asking for prayer for Victor and getting the orphanage started. There is an amazing opportunity for the orphanage, but 5000 dollars is needed…like NOW. Pray that if God wants this to happen, it would! I know that He is in control and have confidence that He will do what is best for his children and for those He loves. He will work something out.
January 19, 2010
-first time ever teaching about Jephthah
-first time spending 3 lessons on the same story
-first time teaching to 5th graders
-first time riding the bus in Guadalajara!
Jephthah- first time I have ever taught about Jephthah…and the first time I taught in front of my class. My teacher is incredibly encouraging. I’m so blessed to have such an amazing teacher. She is out of this world amazing. Anyway, my first time teaching about Jephthah was actually yesterday (Monday!). Today is Tuesday and once again, I taught about Jephthah…guess what I’ll teach tomorrow!?!?! You guessed it! Jephthah! =) yeah…I’m praying about that one…Today I had my students draw and make a paper about how Christ sees them-more than conquerors! Romans 8, gotta love it! (of course, doing romans and identity definitely makes me miss my girls! Olivia, Rachel, Katie, michelle, I miss you guys) I miss being able to really spill my heart out to my girls. ANYWAY, it was a little difficult doing this with my 5th graders just because it was the end of the day and they were tired and they are all at different levels. So, to say the least, it was interesting…My teacher was extremely encouraging though and talked through it with me and gave me tips and encouragement.
Today I finally got to ride the bus here! Yay! Though, I must say that I’m sure it increases balance. I thought I was pretty good at balancing, but apparently, riding the bus requires special talent and is not for the weak of heart…it was good though. Fun. Cant wait to try again tomorrow.
And yes, we did have another “adventure” today, but not too dramatic. We got to the gas station, and of course, the car wouldn’t start! …then we realized it was in neutral. =P but even when we put it in park, we still had a hard time starting it. We were just hoping to get home without stalling.
Many of you have received emails asking for prayer for Victor and getting the orphanage started. There is an amazing opportunity for the orphanage, but 5000 dollars is needed…like NOW. Pray that if God wants this to happen, it would! I know that He is in control and have confidence that He will do what is best for his children and for those He loves. He will work something out.
January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
I Have a Dream…
For years, I have dreamed of starting or helping with an orphanage. I’m determined if I can’t have an orphanage of my own, I want to adopt children from all different nations. I look forward to the day when God uses my dreams and passions for His glory. Let’s change the world!!!
Today was a start. 8:45 this morning I was off to Chapala to see the church there and the city of Chapala where Victor wants to start the orphanage (the primary reason I wanted to come to Guadalajara). I had the opportunity to see the beauty of God’s creation in such a powerful way! The beauty of the lake and the mountains just overflows with God’s glory. Though God’s power and glory were evident, it was also evident that the earth has been tarnished, tainted, and corrupted by sin. I saw a rich view and such poor people. There were children playing the streets, people with unsanitary living conditions, zero electricity, and people fighting for another day on the streets. Just on the other side of a wall, there were the homes of all the rich people, people who came to Chapala to retire and live in luxury, ignoring what was going on on the other side of that wall. I thought to myself, “How can you live on this side when you know just a mile away are people who are trying to survive, children who are growing up without parents, clothes, and education? Don’t you feel it??? Can you feel how desperate they are? How much they need the love of a loving Savior?” I was told that many of the Americans will help with the orphanage if it is in the better part of the city, but if it is on the mountain where the poor people are, the Americans will not set foot there. SEROIUSLY?! When did we close our eyes so long to ignore the needs of other human beings?
After seeing both parts of Chapala, Victor had a great surprise in store for me! We had the amazing opportunity to go to a Christian orphanage that has already been established. This orphanage for boys is to teach them about God, responsibility, and how to live on their own. It was amazing. I was so impressed at how obedient they all were and how gracious they were. They thanked US for coming there, when it should be the opposite. If ever there was a time I wanted to scoop up a child in my arms, it was then. This reminds me to shower my love on those around me. Never let a day go by without expressing your love and passion… Ready? Lista? Let’s go!
January 18, 2010
Today was a start. 8:45 this morning I was off to Chapala to see the church there and the city of Chapala where Victor wants to start the orphanage (the primary reason I wanted to come to Guadalajara). I had the opportunity to see the beauty of God’s creation in such a powerful way! The beauty of the lake and the mountains just overflows with God’s glory. Though God’s power and glory were evident, it was also evident that the earth has been tarnished, tainted, and corrupted by sin. I saw a rich view and such poor people. There were children playing the streets, people with unsanitary living conditions, zero electricity, and people fighting for another day on the streets. Just on the other side of a wall, there were the homes of all the rich people, people who came to Chapala to retire and live in luxury, ignoring what was going on on the other side of that wall. I thought to myself, “How can you live on this side when you know just a mile away are people who are trying to survive, children who are growing up without parents, clothes, and education? Don’t you feel it??? Can you feel how desperate they are? How much they need the love of a loving Savior?” I was told that many of the Americans will help with the orphanage if it is in the better part of the city, but if it is on the mountain where the poor people are, the Americans will not set foot there. SEROIUSLY?! When did we close our eyes so long to ignore the needs of other human beings?
After seeing both parts of Chapala, Victor had a great surprise in store for me! We had the amazing opportunity to go to a Christian orphanage that has already been established. This orphanage for boys is to teach them about God, responsibility, and how to live on their own. It was amazing. I was so impressed at how obedient they all were and how gracious they were. They thanked US for coming there, when it should be the opposite. If ever there was a time I wanted to scoop up a child in my arms, it was then. This reminds me to shower my love on those around me. Never let a day go by without expressing your love and passion… Ready? Lista? Let’s go!
January 18, 2010
The simple life is a happy one
Have you ever been so moved by someone or something that you saw how much you lacked in your own life? Not to bash America, but today I realized how very materialistic we really are. How many times I have thought to myself, “oh how I wish I had my hair dryer, or my electric blanket, or my heater…” But today, I struck by the generosity of the people at my school. They will be collecting money for the people in Haiti and are going to just cover them in prayer. They will draw a flag on the basketball court and cover it in pesos. Then the students will write prayers and send them to the people of Haiti. I thought to myself, “how many schools are doing this in the U.S? Wait, wait, wait, how many CHURCHES are doing that in the U.S.?” I was so amazed at the heart of my supervisor, the other teachers, and the students reactions. They want the children to bring in their own money instead of raising money so that it is something they “give from their own pockets,” not just money they have received. I am so amazed at the generosity of this “third-world country.” These people truly give from their hearts.
Many of them live such simple lives, they may not have much, but they will give all they have to help others. I hope to be like that. I have so much to learn…
January 15, 2010
Many of them live such simple lives, they may not have much, but they will give all they have to help others. I hope to be like that. I have so much to learn…
January 15, 2010
Another day (or two!) in the life of this Student teacher
Well, here I am again, sitting in front of my computer, but of course, currently I have no internet. =) The past two days have been quite hectic and exhausting. I have not taught any classes, but am slowly taking over the “little” duties of a teacher. This includes things such as running errands, putting up a bulletin board, prying staples out of the concrete wall, taking the students to their ice cream party, scooping the ice cream, grading many, MANY tests and papers, recording grades, staying for “salida” duty (afterschool until the students leave)… Yes, I never knew there were so many duties as a teacher. In spite of it all though, I love it. I especially love my teacher and my students. My teacher is everything I want to be. She demands respect, gives love, and adds laughter. In her own words, “With a strong hand, but a loving heart.” I appreciate so much how she leads her students spiritually. I am constantly amazed at how creative she is. While I love her style and want to be so much like her, I know that my personality is different in many ways and I will be bringing a different aspect and perspective to the classroom. I hope it will be positive. Anyway, the past two days have been pretty good. I have not spent as much time with my family here, so I have missed spending so much time with them. I’m just soaking it all in while I can. Well, I am afraid that will have to be all my friends since it is PAST time for sleeping. Hasta manana!
January 14, 2010
January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The never-ending adventures of Guadalajara
Given less than a week to live, Isaiah, man who is very, very sick has asked to see Pastor Palayo, Pastor Cesar, and Victor. Because of this, the men have to leave very early in the morning to drive four hours to get to Guanajuato. The plan was for Victor to drop me off at school, get Pastor Cesar, pick up Pastor Palayo, then head out. As I said, this WAS the plan. I was dropped of at school around 7:30. I sat quietly in my desk grading papers so nonchalantly when one of the administrator for primary school told me that someone was at the gate waiting for me and she thought it was my friend, Victor. So of course I rushed to see what was going on. Stranded with a flat tire in the middle of the traffic and no minutes to call anyone (due to our previous “adventure”), he had come to ask me to call Pastor Cesar. I agreed. Only when I started dialing the numbers just a few minutes later did I realize that I ALSO did not have any minutes due to the last adventure. Well, I’m sure it was quite a sight to see me rushing around all that morning just a few minutes before school started. The morning of adventures had already begun. As Victor said, “just on another adventure!”
Classes went quickly after that. Nothing too eventful happened (except for our ice cream party of course!). at about 12:30, I had my read-aloud time with my 5th graders. Just a few minutes after I had finished, another teacher (from the high school) ran into my room and said, “Is Sheila here? Where is Sheila? I think her parents are on the phone!” Thoroughly confused and concerned, I walked briskly to the office to see what was wrong. Everyone seemed so concerned. I picked up the office phone and there were my parents laughing and joking around. Of course, my first words were, “Who died? I know someone MUST have died for you to be calling me at school!” Obviously, there was not good communication about what time school ended and when I would be at the school. My parents had talked to someone else and heard that 1:15 in the afternoon was “a good time to call Sheila…” Well, after my brief conversation with my parents, I proceeded to sneak back to my classroom, praying that no one saw me. Later, everyone asked if my family was ok and why they had called. Of course, you can imagine my sheepish response…
Because my Mexican family was not yet back and would not be back till late, I stayed the night with Lauren and her family. This was a different experience for me primarily because they are a more upper class family. Not only were they upperclass, but also they have a lot of American influence. This was good for me to see, so that I can see different family and how they interact. Though, I must say, I greatly missed my own family here in Guadalajara. I deeply missed “my six year old shadow.”
January 12, 2010
Classes went quickly after that. Nothing too eventful happened (except for our ice cream party of course!). at about 12:30, I had my read-aloud time with my 5th graders. Just a few minutes after I had finished, another teacher (from the high school) ran into my room and said, “Is Sheila here? Where is Sheila? I think her parents are on the phone!” Thoroughly confused and concerned, I walked briskly to the office to see what was wrong. Everyone seemed so concerned. I picked up the office phone and there were my parents laughing and joking around. Of course, my first words were, “Who died? I know someone MUST have died for you to be calling me at school!” Obviously, there was not good communication about what time school ended and when I would be at the school. My parents had talked to someone else and heard that 1:15 in the afternoon was “a good time to call Sheila…” Well, after my brief conversation with my parents, I proceeded to sneak back to my classroom, praying that no one saw me. Later, everyone asked if my family was ok and why they had called. Of course, you can imagine my sheepish response…
Because my Mexican family was not yet back and would not be back till late, I stayed the night with Lauren and her family. This was a different experience for me primarily because they are a more upper class family. Not only were they upperclass, but also they have a lot of American influence. This was good for me to see, so that I can see different family and how they interact. Though, I must say, I greatly missed my own family here in Guadalajara. I deeply missed “my six year old shadow.”
January 12, 2010
Prayer for a Brother
There were some things that went on at church that I did not understand. There was some talk about a man being in the hospital and about him being very sick…It was very difficult for me to understand though. Today, when Victor picked me up though, I found out that this man who was sick and dying was one of Victor and his brother’s very close friends. Please pray for this man who is dying and has a wife and 2 kids that he will probably be leaving behind. This was all very sudden and many people will be affected. I was told that he is a very godly man, who went to the US to study to be a missionary. Pray that God’s will and purpose would be shown and that all of those affected would feel the comfort of our heavenly Father. Pray for the family and also the church family as they are dealing with very much right now. Pastor Palayo, another pastor, and Victor will be leaving very early tomorrow so they can talk to the man. Please pray that God would use this to bring others to Himself and change lives, that his death may not seem fruitless.
And for the new adventure…the car that Victor, Pastor Palayo, and Pastor Cesar are supposed to take isn’t working. The only other option was to take Victor’s car which doesn’t have gas in it and whose driver didn’t have his wallet. So, on we went again with my card and ID in hand, off to the gas station. Little did we know that it was time for a new adventure. We got to the gas station, filled up the car…and you’ll never believe what happened next. Once again, my card did not work. I used up all of my Mexico cellphone minutes AND Victor’s minutes trying to call the bank and my parents. After no solution, we walked to another gas station that had an ATM. This time though, my card DID work. I have been here only 5 days and have already had 2 quite interesting adventures. Oh I wonder, what will tomorrow hold?
January 12, 2010
And for the new adventure…the car that Victor, Pastor Palayo, and Pastor Cesar are supposed to take isn’t working. The only other option was to take Victor’s car which doesn’t have gas in it and whose driver didn’t have his wallet. So, on we went again with my card and ID in hand, off to the gas station. Little did we know that it was time for a new adventure. We got to the gas station, filled up the car…and you’ll never believe what happened next. Once again, my card did not work. I used up all of my Mexico cellphone minutes AND Victor’s minutes trying to call the bank and my parents. After no solution, we walked to another gas station that had an ATM. This time though, my card DID work. I have been here only 5 days and have already had 2 quite interesting adventures. Oh I wonder, what will tomorrow hold?
January 12, 2010
mis quatros amigos...
What a day, what a day! Today is proof that we have no control over what happens in the future. This morning, I woke up, tried to help my hostess with breakfast, but of course being the gringa, I don’t even know when to flip the tortillas. =) Anyway, I got ready and when it was time to leave, my family kept trying to tell me something. They kept talking very quickly and I had difficulties understanding. El pastor took me over to the church and I soon found out that Pastor Palayo and his family (MY family!) would be going to a different church because he had to preach there unexpectedly. So, here I was, standing at the entrance of the church, knowing no one and watching my family drive off to go to another church. After standing there for about 20 minutes, one of the teenage girls asked me in English if I would like to sit with her and her friend, Ana. Of course, I was dying to sit with ANYONE! When I entered Sunday school, I was immediately bombarded with questions by the teacher. Once again, language barrier! AH! The teacher spoke Spanish so rapidly, I could hardly keep up, but I made another friend who happened to know English. He became my interpreter for the day. His name is Oscar.
There were a couple hundred people in the service and once again I was called upon. Thankfully I understood more, but I still had to stand up in front of everyone. Being the American, everyone wants to practice their English with you. Everyone wants to be your friend; all the guys stare at you and try to get your attention. Believe me, its’ quite the experience. They were all very kind though and very gracious. At the end of the service a young girl my age named Zaira ran to me and asked if she could talk to me for a moment. Zaira offered to teach me Spanish and take me to all the beautiful places in Guadalajara. In return, I will teach her English in preparation for her TEFL exam. This is right up my alley and I am excited to do so.
I am still so astounded at my treatment here in Mexico. I am always ALWAYS treated as a guest. Even when other people are there, I come first. I always sit with the adults. I am always served first. They are always looking out for my needs. My family is wonderful and I would be heartbroken if I had to leave and live with another family. I have enjoyed every bit of their company and friendship toward me. God has blessed me so much here.
Word of the day: “Lista?” Which means, “Ready?”
January 11, 2010
There were a couple hundred people in the service and once again I was called upon. Thankfully I understood more, but I still had to stand up in front of everyone. Being the American, everyone wants to practice their English with you. Everyone wants to be your friend; all the guys stare at you and try to get your attention. Believe me, its’ quite the experience. They were all very kind though and very gracious. At the end of the service a young girl my age named Zaira ran to me and asked if she could talk to me for a moment. Zaira offered to teach me Spanish and take me to all the beautiful places in Guadalajara. In return, I will teach her English in preparation for her TEFL exam. This is right up my alley and I am excited to do so.
I am still so astounded at my treatment here in Mexico. I am always ALWAYS treated as a guest. Even when other people are there, I come first. I always sit with the adults. I am always served first. They are always looking out for my needs. My family is wonderful and I would be heartbroken if I had to leave and live with another family. I have enjoyed every bit of their company and friendship toward me. God has blessed me so much here.
Word of the day: “Lista?” Which means, “Ready?”
January 11, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
No more forks...
I have determined after today, forks are optional. Beans, eggs, soup, anything can be eaten with bread or with a tortilla. I will never look at forks in the same way ever again. A tortilla can be used as a fork or a spoon! I love it. Although, as an American, it takes some getting used to. Let me just say, it is very difficult to eat with your fingers when you are not used to it, with a tortilla, and without making a mess, AND not needing a napkin. It’s quite the challenge, but I am determined to master this art of eating. There are so many things to learn: eating, speaking, teaching, listening, obeying the rules of culture when you don’t even know what the rules are… I have found though, in spite of this, the people are so gracious and do not get offended easily. The more I am here, the more I appreciate the people. They are hospitable beyond imagination and so gracious. Victor drives me around everywhere though gas is extremely expensive and though he has to drive an hour to get here. They bless me so much.
Today, he took me to get my cell phone. This time though, we had no catastrophies or problems. After it was finished (and I understood nothing of what they said) Victor said, “see? Easy peasy!” And I was like, “Ha! Whatever, not for us Americans!”
My mother has a saying whenever I complain about something, “The Lord is preparing you for the mission field.” This drives me absolutely crazy, but today, I was reminded of those words. First was when I had a nice cold shower which eventually had no pressure. It became a small trickle. This may not seem big to you, but if you knew how often I joke about the water pressure at my grandfather’s house, you would understand. I always joke about it trickling out. Next, was when I lost all water in my bathroom. My mother’s words came back to me since I greatly complained over Christmas because the water at my Grandfather’s house was not working and of course, I heard her words over again in my mind.
So yes, when you begin to complain about an inconvenience, just remember, God could be preparing you! =)
Saturday, January 9th
Today, he took me to get my cell phone. This time though, we had no catastrophies or problems. After it was finished (and I understood nothing of what they said) Victor said, “see? Easy peasy!” And I was like, “Ha! Whatever, not for us Americans!”
My mother has a saying whenever I complain about something, “The Lord is preparing you for the mission field.” This drives me absolutely crazy, but today, I was reminded of those words. First was when I had a nice cold shower which eventually had no pressure. It became a small trickle. This may not seem big to you, but if you knew how often I joke about the water pressure at my grandfather’s house, you would understand. I always joke about it trickling out. Next, was when I lost all water in my bathroom. My mother’s words came back to me since I greatly complained over Christmas because the water at my Grandfather’s house was not working and of course, I heard her words over again in my mind.
So yes, when you begin to complain about an inconvenience, just remember, God could be preparing you! =)
Saturday, January 9th
A Catastrophic adventure
Well, back to school again, and it is my second day. This time, we found the school and I was very early! Yay! I had a great day of school, getting to observe my students and peek at their files to learn more about them. They are such a fun bunch. Observing the other teachers, who taught in Spanish was also quite an experience. They teach very differently than we Americans do. I made a few new friends. One lady who works in the library has been a missionary to Guadalajara for about 30 years. My newest friend is Adlet. She works and teaches in the library, but speaks very little English. I think that is why we have become such fast friends. I have difficulties with Spanish and she has difficulties with English. School finally ended at 2 o’clock and it was time to leave. I had not eaten since lunch the day before (lunch being about 3:30 or so, here in Mexico). So of course, I was starving. I went home and finally got to eat.
After eating, it was time to go and buy my first Mexican cell phone! What an adventure that became! Victor and I decided to walk to the center of Mexico, first to exchange my American dollars, then to find a phone. On our way we went, walking. We walked to the center, exchanged my money and saw all the sights. Victor explained everything to me, what was the meaning of certain structures, how big they were, what their purpose was, how long it took… I loved it. It was all so beautiful. I wish I had my camera with me. So, on we went to hunt for a cell phone. When we finally found a place that had machine to take my card, it wouldn’t work. The bank did not know that I was out of the country. SO, we walked all the way back to the house (a good 30 minutes or so). I called the bank on Skype and they told me that they thought I was in Guatamala, not Guadalajara! Good grief. On our way we went again to find a cell phone, only this time, it was late and there were very few places open. As we got near the center, Victor says, “Um, I hope we have enough gas to get home!” OYE! We went on. After a while, he started slowing down and just looked at me and laughed. At first I was confused, but after a minute, I realized WHY he was slowing down…we were out of gasoline. Yes, we were stranded in the middle of the city and we were in the middle of the road. So of course, being quite the gentleman, Victor refused to let me get out of the car and help push, so by himself he pushed the car all the way on the other side of the street and yes, there were cars coming. This is the point when we Americans just sit in the backseat and close our eyes for fear of dying. After we pushed the car in a good spot, we did the only thing we could do, we walked. He told me that at least I would see the other side of the city. I exclaimed, “At this rate, I will see all of the city on foot by the end of my stay!” On we walked.
Finally we were back at the house and we were both exhausted. Victor went and got more gas while I had my lesson in Spanish. Yes, I have my own personal tutor. She just so happens to be the 6 year old in the house that I live in. Our first lesson started with none other than my favorite people: the Disney princesses. This is obviously the first thing I have to learn in Mexico: all the names of the princesses. Next is all the Disney characters. Lastly, I had to work on the names of all the animals. Believe me, this was quite a task for just one night. The adventure continues…
After eating, it was time to go and buy my first Mexican cell phone! What an adventure that became! Victor and I decided to walk to the center of Mexico, first to exchange my American dollars, then to find a phone. On our way we went, walking. We walked to the center, exchanged my money and saw all the sights. Victor explained everything to me, what was the meaning of certain structures, how big they were, what their purpose was, how long it took… I loved it. It was all so beautiful. I wish I had my camera with me. So, on we went to hunt for a cell phone. When we finally found a place that had machine to take my card, it wouldn’t work. The bank did not know that I was out of the country. SO, we walked all the way back to the house (a good 30 minutes or so). I called the bank on Skype and they told me that they thought I was in Guatamala, not Guadalajara! Good grief. On our way we went again to find a cell phone, only this time, it was late and there were very few places open. As we got near the center, Victor says, “Um, I hope we have enough gas to get home!” OYE! We went on. After a while, he started slowing down and just looked at me and laughed. At first I was confused, but after a minute, I realized WHY he was slowing down…we were out of gasoline. Yes, we were stranded in the middle of the city and we were in the middle of the road. So of course, being quite the gentleman, Victor refused to let me get out of the car and help push, so by himself he pushed the car all the way on the other side of the street and yes, there were cars coming. This is the point when we Americans just sit in the backseat and close our eyes for fear of dying. After we pushed the car in a good spot, we did the only thing we could do, we walked. He told me that at least I would see the other side of the city. I exclaimed, “At this rate, I will see all of the city on foot by the end of my stay!” On we walked.
Finally we were back at the house and we were both exhausted. Victor went and got more gas while I had my lesson in Spanish. Yes, I have my own personal tutor. She just so happens to be the 6 year old in the house that I live in. Our first lesson started with none other than my favorite people: the Disney princesses. This is obviously the first thing I have to learn in Mexico: all the names of the princesses. Next is all the Disney characters. Lastly, I had to work on the names of all the animals. Believe me, this was quite a task for just one night. The adventure continues…
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