Friday, May 28, 2010

Stopping by woods...

Just popping in today so I can say I wrote.  Pacaya exploded last night and again today, raining volcanic ash down on the city.  Our backyard looks like an asphalt truck stopped by for a visit.  Our poor maid, Emma, spent over 2 hours cleaning it up (don't look down on me- I didn't know she was going to do that or I would've told her not to).  On the bright side, we did have the day off, by order of the president.  He also sent us a text, commanding that we clean up the ash from in front of our house.  Not D and me personally, but everyone in Guate with a phone I think.

Baby K was born today!  Woo hoo for cousins and best friends and new baby cousins! I"ll get to meet him in 2 1/2 weeks :)  I can't wait!!!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Beaten down...

Today is not a happy day in the land of me.

Here's the thing: I LOVE teaching choir.  I loved teaching in Kuwait because I got to teach middle and high school choir all day to students who wanted to be there.  Sure, it wasn't always great and sometimes the songs just didn't come together... but I woke up every day wanting to go to work, enjoying my time there, and feeling good about what I was sharing with the students.  I didn't have that in Shanghai.  I know it was really even more important for me to positive and show how wonderful music is and what a benefit it is to have it in your life, but I didn't do an exceptional job of that.  Elementary was not my thing- they were cute, but I dreaded every day and felt like I never really knew how to talk to them or get through to them (I did love playing with the preschool kids, though- they were freaking adorable).

Fast forward to Guatemala.  I got a job teaching drama and this filled me with absolute excitement and joy!  I love drama- I have always loved drama.  Now, I could share that with kids too!  And it would be even more fun than choir because there are games in drama, and opportunities to be super-creative... and I don't have to stand in the front of the room waving my arms around all the time (or constantly feel bad for my lack of piano skills).

Come to find out... I'm not vital.  I've been working too hard, doing too much.  The parents just want to see something "light and fun" at the end of the trimester.  They don't care what the kids have been learning.  Just make sure their kid is onstage for the most amount of time (all 125 of them), and make sure it doesn't last more than an hour... oh, and make sure that it's just fun for the parents.  It doesn't matter if it's good- that's not important.  It doesn't matter if it reflects what you've been in doing in class- also not really the point.  The point is, as I was told this morning, P. freaking. R.  Just make the school look good and the parents happy.

So that leaves me feeling a little empty.  It leaves me a little less excited about my job, about my everyday.  There's really no point... I may just throw on some movies (ones that show great acting) and sleep through next year.  We can just do Disney...

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

No one says oopsie daisys!

... and I missed yesterday.  Oh well.  I don't really have a good excuse.  I was super busy at work all day and super tired when I got home.  I suppose that might be a good enough excuse... yeah?

What can I talk about today?  Well, my first thought this morning was to talk more about Pip.  I freaking love that little dog!  Every morning, soon after the alarm goes off, she jumps up in bed with us.  Her usual MO is to step on one or both of us as she makes her way towards our heads.  Then, she snuggles down in between us, head on the pillows, and proceeds to maneuver herself, kicking us in the stomach/chest/head/mouth until she is on her back with my arm under her head.  Then, we spoon.  She usually falls right back asleep until the alarm goes off again... and I love it!  I told Dave that I imagine that her morning routine must be similar to what it's like to have a toddler...

It's not long now... the end of school is so close I can taste it!  Counting today, we have 12 days with students, 15 working days, and 23 days left until we're home!   Tonight is the 8th grade performing arts night which means I'll kind of be done teaching... starting tomorrow (insert evil laugh).  Truthfully, I'll only have a couple more days with the kids anyway, so we will be playing improv games and just having fun until the end.  Yes...

Alright, I've gotta go check out a video camera for tonight.  I know- the excitement of it all!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Oops...

I missed yesterday but I'm back.  It just fell by the wayside.  Not to worry- it might not happen again.

I've had an emotional couple of days but the end results were worth it.  No details are necessary but trust that I know where I am, where I stand now.  And it seems to be on two-feet with lots of hands to hold onto.

Since this blog is supposed to be about my novel, I'll tell you where I am on that.  I've been thinking of a different direction for MY book, my story.  I don't know how to make it work exactly but I think that is a book that deserves to be written.  I mean, I didn't know about this life (international teaching) until I got into it.  I had never heard of a "third-culture kid" and had no idea that teachers drink as much as they do.  Try and picture your HS English teacher going home to smoke pot and drink beer- you probably can't (I don't know, maybe you can... I can't).  I never guessed I would not only marry someone from England but also be able to tell the difference between a British, Australian, and Kiwi accent (the guy on the Outback commercials is a fake Aussie, just so you know!).  Or even that I would ever know people from Australia and New Zealand!  I had a certified A-rab in my wedding!  If you would've told me, back in 2000 when I graduated from college, that ANY of this was going to happen... there are not words to describe the disbelief I would've felt.  But here I am, 10 years, four countries, two Kuwaiti and one Guatemalan puppies, and one British husband later... who else has this story to tell?

So really, I need to figure out how to tell it.  Reality is not the way to go... it has to be MORE.  I'll keep you posted on where I go with this...

Last night I watched Brooks and Dunn "The Last Rodeo."  I cried.  I remembered listening to some of their songs when I was little... with Mom.  I couldn't decide if she would've been watching that and Tivo'ing Lost or vice versa.  She would've Tivo'ed Brooks and Dunn if I had needed her to.  She once Tivo'ed a country music festival and had it saved for months.  I never went and watched it.  Thanks, Mom.  I did actually appreciate it...