Peter and Jacob
were walkin' through the woods
and
they saw
a big, big dinosaur.
It
was
a
big,
big
dinasour.
The name was T-Rex.
And it wasn't just any dinosaur. It was a flying dinosaur.
Peter and Jacob were like WOAH!
And then they crept up and jumped on it and the dinosaur took them for a ride.
It was so fun.
The end.
Written by my 6 year-old nephew, Mr. James Byron Taylor
Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Details in this Post May or May Not Be Accurate.
I often make the excuse that I have to come home for Christmas because my mother would murder me if I didn't. I explain that no one has ever missed a Christmas and I wouldn't dare to be the first one.
But the truth of the matter is that I had a dream.
A dream that one day, I would be an actress in the Best Christmas Skit. I was fully aware that if this were going to become a reality, I must show up for the Taylor Christmas celebrations. And so, year after year, wherever I was in the world, I returned to the Taylor home base.
I toiled year after year. Whether with the Christmas story painted on feet, the PowerPoint version of the Christmas story, or raps done to intimidate other rappers, Sarah and I tried with all our might.
But every year we failed.
And every year I thought, next year. Next year we will be victorious.
The stakes were raised last year as a trophy was introduced. The Yodeling Pickle of Christmas was introduced and snatched up by Peter & Dan's "The Verbs of Christmas". I cried a little bit that night.
But I was determined that 2010 would be the year that Sarah & I would snatch that Pickle.
I awoke on the morning of the twenty-fourth, fully aware of what needed to be done that day. After sitting on my sister and forcing her awake, we descended into the basement, we photographed, video-ed, sang, and recorded. And then we edited it. It was a beaut. As we saw the time come near, we knew that we were ready. Ready for the Yodel.
Once again we descended the stairs. We opened the laptop. We plugged in the projector. We pushed "fn" and "f3" simultaneously. And alas, nothing happened. Despair fell upon us. We saw the pickle slipping from our fingers. Just as we were about to sit and feign laughter at the other skits, the Tech Guy that surpasses all tech guys appeared. We were unable to see his fingers, as they became a blur on the keyboard. We saw drivers downloading and wondered what a driver actually is. We saw cords being switched. We saw computers being restarted. And then we saw our hope for the Yodeling Pickle of Christmas upon the wall.
The rest is history.
Dan saved us.
Sarah was laughed at.
And we won.
For the first time in Taylor history, females are the victors.
But the truth of the matter is that I had a dream.
A dream that one day, I would be an actress in the Best Christmas Skit. I was fully aware that if this were going to become a reality, I must show up for the Taylor Christmas celebrations. And so, year after year, wherever I was in the world, I returned to the Taylor home base.
I toiled year after year. Whether with the Christmas story painted on feet, the PowerPoint version of the Christmas story, or raps done to intimidate other rappers, Sarah and I tried with all our might.
But every year we failed.
And every year I thought, next year. Next year we will be victorious.
The stakes were raised last year as a trophy was introduced. The Yodeling Pickle of Christmas was introduced and snatched up by Peter & Dan's "The Verbs of Christmas". I cried a little bit that night.
But I was determined that 2010 would be the year that Sarah & I would snatch that Pickle.
I awoke on the morning of the twenty-fourth, fully aware of what needed to be done that day. After sitting on my sister and forcing her awake, we descended into the basement, we photographed, video-ed, sang, and recorded. And then we edited it. It was a beaut. As we saw the time come near, we knew that we were ready. Ready for the Yodel.
Once again we descended the stairs. We opened the laptop. We plugged in the projector. We pushed "fn" and "f3" simultaneously. And alas, nothing happened. Despair fell upon us. We saw the pickle slipping from our fingers. Just as we were about to sit and feign laughter at the other skits, the Tech Guy that surpasses all tech guys appeared. We were unable to see his fingers, as they became a blur on the keyboard. We saw drivers downloading and wondered what a driver actually is. We saw cords being switched. We saw computers being restarted. And then we saw our hope for the Yodeling Pickle of Christmas upon the wall.
The rest is history.
Dan saved us.
Sarah was laughed at.
And we won.
For the first time in Taylor history, females are the victors.
We are the Picklettes of Christmas.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
End of the Semester Check List
Semester completed? Check.
Children hugged? Check.
Grades figured and printed? Check and check.
Levels assigned for next semester? Check.
Books bought for next year? Chec..well, not completely checked, but almost.
Note to parents written/translated? Check/check.
Parents conferenced? Check.
Classroom clean? Eh...it can wait.
Apartment clean? Check.
Gifts prepared? Check.
Bags prepared? Workin' on that one.
Itinerary printed? I'd classify that as a priority.
Ready to see my family and friends? Checkity check.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving. Giving thanks.
Food. Lots of food.
People. Enough for me to feel at home.
Conversation. Chatter everywhere.
Laughter. Smiles. Friends. Noise.
This is Thanksgiving.
Food. Lots of food.
People. Enough for me to feel at home.
Conversation. Chatter everywhere.
Laughter. Smiles. Friends. Noise.
This is Thanksgiving.
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| The group, minus Lindsay, Rebecca, & Christopher |
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Oh, the Strides We Have Made
You know you're an English teacher when the following exchange makes you a wee bit excited:
Me: (to the class) Please sit down.
Pedro proceeds to sit in my chair.
Me: Pedro?
Pedro: You said sit down.
Now, I know this kind of thing happens every day with countless numbers of sweet, yet ornery, fourth graders all over the world...but dude, did you notice the perfection of his answer? "You said sit down". Makes me tear up a little bit...ok, maybe not.
Me: (to the class) Please sit down.
Pedro proceeds to sit in my chair.
Me: Pedro?
Pedro: You said sit down.
Now, I know this kind of thing happens every day with countless numbers of sweet, yet ornery, fourth graders all over the world...but dude, did you notice the perfection of his answer? "You said sit down". Makes me tear up a little bit...ok, maybe not.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
The Most Beautiful Sound
I heard the most beautiful sound Sunday night.
It was the cacophony of singing at church.
Now, our church isn't known for what you would call "beautiful" worship.
We have one guitar, we could use some intensive classes in clapping as a group, and the church as a whole has trouble carrying a tune.
But on Sunday night something got into the multitude of kids we had.
They decided to sing for all they were worth, at points you could have classified it more as shouting and less as singing.
And it was beautiful.
All I could think of, during this assault on the eardrums, was how the majority of these kids had never been to an evangelical church six months ago.
They began coming...mostly for the snack.
And now they sing, or rather, make a joyful noise.
It was the cacophony of singing at church.
Now, our church isn't known for what you would call "beautiful" worship.
We have one guitar, we could use some intensive classes in clapping as a group, and the church as a whole has trouble carrying a tune.
But on Sunday night something got into the multitude of kids we had.
They decided to sing for all they were worth, at points you could have classified it more as shouting and less as singing.
And it was beautiful.
All I could think of, during this assault on the eardrums, was how the majority of these kids had never been to an evangelical church six months ago.
They began coming...mostly for the snack.
And now they sing, or rather, make a joyful noise.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Kids!
In July, Andy & Becky Flink, my mom, and my brother & sister helped to put on a VBS program at the church in Lagoa de Itanega. We had a bunch of kids. Since then, the church at Lagoa de Itaenga has been overflowing with children. We consistantly average 30 kids on a Sunday night...which is a ton, when you consider that we average about 20 adults. The vast majority of them come from the neighborhood surrounding the church. And most of them are very consistent in attendance.
I have switched from teaching the adults' English class to the childrens' class. I teach the younger kids (6-10 year olds), while Pastor Ricardo teaches the older kids (11-14 year olds). We normally have around 25 or 30 kids. They are all eager to learn. My class normally starts with an English lesson and ends with a very basic Bible story. A friend of mine, Junior, helps me teach the class. We have been using the left over material from the VBS for the Bible story. We finished one of the little coloring books last week and the kids were super excited to take them home.
Last night was our first youth night at the church. Twenty teenagers came for "Inside-Out Night". Though the program was only for teenagers, there was a group of little kids at the back of the church, wishing they were old enough to play the games and get points for their teams.
We have begun building relationships with these kids and are excited to see how God is using this little church to work in the lives of these kids. Please pray that the Lord will continue to bless our children's ministry and our church.
Last night was our first youth night at the church. Twenty teenagers came for "Inside-Out Night". Though the program was only for teenagers, there was a group of little kids at the back of the church, wishing they were old enough to play the games and get points for their teams.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Baker Is A Person In Your Neighborhood
Oh a baker makes french bread
Soft and fluffly, like a bed
Soup 'n sammiches, I must say
Are a perfect match tooooodayyy
The ladies at the bakery are always friendly. Walking in, I hear "EMILY! Minha amigazinho!" (My little friend!) Discussions about family, friends, differences in the U.S. & Brazil, and language are accompanied by my bread order.
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| Lu & Selma |
These are the people of my neighborhood
The people that I meet when I'm walking down the street
They're the people that I meet each day
Saturday, October 16, 2010
English Class = Perserverence Class
I've got this student.
Last semester he was hopeless. He understood literally nothing. He didn't even fully understand the concept of two different languages. I mimed everything. He needed help with every question on every activity.
But, dude.
This week we had two...count 'em two!...conversations in English. He explained to me why he was late to class and why he needed to skip out on another class. Now granted, the conversations were something to the effect of "Me go Teacher Manu Teacher Keilha want me".
But he understood my question and I understood his answer.
And it was English!
This kid has gone from an infant's language skills to a toddler's language skills in a relatively short time. It's kinda cool.
Last semester he was hopeless. He understood literally nothing. He didn't even fully understand the concept of two different languages. I mimed everything. He needed help with every question on every activity.
But, dude.
This week we had two...count 'em two!...conversations in English. He explained to me why he was late to class and why he needed to skip out on another class. Now granted, the conversations were something to the effect of "Me go Teacher Manu Teacher Keilha want me".
But he understood my question and I understood his answer.
And it was English!
This kid has gone from an infant's language skills to a toddler's language skills in a relatively short time. It's kinda cool.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I'd Choose Raspberry
Tomorrow we have a parent/teacher conference and meeting with the parents. I'll be talking to the partents about what they should expect concerning their child's process in English. Figured it was time to post something on here, so you get to see it too.
I'd like to talk mostly to the parents of the new students this morning, but I suppose it won't hurt for the other parents to listen as well.
Experts in the field of linguistics have discussed second language learning for quite a while and the general consensus among them is that a second language is acquired in the same way that a first language is acquired. You don’t force little babies to listen to grammar rules over and over again. You don’t think a five year-old who doesn’t understand adult conversation is any less intelligent. It is the same for a second language.
Some of you have students who have been here for 3 bimesters, now. In general, they are doing a great job grasping the language. They are doing all the work that must be done before fluency occurs. They are learning where words start, and where they stop. They are learning how to make the sounds that are unique to English. They are learning what English words look like and how to know if a word is English or Portuguese. They are learning the patterns of English. These are important aspects of language that must come before a student can be fluent. And these are skills that your students miraculously grasped when they were babies, learning Portuguese.
The first semester that a student is learning English, they’re facial expressions often convey frustration, helplessness, and fear. Learning a language is difficult. But as the second semester starts, something amazing happens. That look that they give me disappears. They still need a lot of help but their look changes to one that says “Hmmm…I think maybe I understand what she might be saying…” And their look changes even more the next semester. They still need help but now they are at the top of their class. Now they have confidence. Now the new students are asking them for help. Now they can show off how much they actually know.
The first year, students learn about the language. They learn how English works. The second year, students learn to use the language appropriately. They gain confidence and start playing with the language. They’re first year they are like a toddler, beginning to speak. They’re second year they are like a child, experimenting with the language and grasping some of the basic principles of grammar.
I wanted to explain this today in order to make the placement of students in levels of English more clear. We have two English levels at the International School, beginners and advanced. The advanced class has students who can communicate and use the rules of English. This class focuses on the conscience rules while the beginners’ class focuses on the unconscious rules of English. Like in Portuguese, a child cannot tell you why you say “ball red” and not “red ball”. They just know that that is how you say it. Rules are taught, and sometimes students understand them. But often they don’t. The understanding of each rule is not the goal the acquisition of language is.
So, next semester, some of the beginners will be ready for the advanced class. Most new students, though, will stay in the beginners’ class. This next year, they will be picking up some more basic rules and they will be gaining confidence
Please remember that all students learn differently. One of my brothers didn't start speaking until very late. He worried my mother. But when he was ready, he started. And he never stopped. Kids are different.
The books that we are going to use next year are a little more difficult than the books this year. Some students will go from book two to book one. Don’t take this as a sign of failure. Encourage your child.Tell them that they already learned a language once. They learned Portuguese and did a pretty good job of it! (If I could speak Portuguese as well as they do, I’d be pretty happy!) Learning a language takes time and effort. But your child is capable. So, encourage your kids and be proud of their progress.
Lindsay says I have to put a question at the end of my blog because "that's how literature is evolving". I told her that I don't like questions at the end of blogs. But she says I have to do it or I'll be Stupid McStoopy Pants. Since I can't think of anything worse than being a Stupid McStoopy Pants, here's the question:
What do you think about learning languages? Have you ever been frustrated or encouraged by the way someone taught you? What do you think is the best strategy for learning a language? Or...Is it possible to swim in Jello? If you had the chance to swim in Jello what flavor would you choose?
I'd like to talk mostly to the parents of the new students this morning, but I suppose it won't hurt for the other parents to listen as well.
Experts in the field of linguistics have discussed second language learning for quite a while and the general consensus among them is that a second language is acquired in the same way that a first language is acquired. You don’t force little babies to listen to grammar rules over and over again. You don’t think a five year-old who doesn’t understand adult conversation is any less intelligent. It is the same for a second language.
Some of you have students who have been here for 3 bimesters, now. In general, they are doing a great job grasping the language. They are doing all the work that must be done before fluency occurs. They are learning where words start, and where they stop. They are learning how to make the sounds that are unique to English. They are learning what English words look like and how to know if a word is English or Portuguese. They are learning the patterns of English. These are important aspects of language that must come before a student can be fluent. And these are skills that your students miraculously grasped when they were babies, learning Portuguese.
The first semester that a student is learning English, they’re facial expressions often convey frustration, helplessness, and fear. Learning a language is difficult. But as the second semester starts, something amazing happens. That look that they give me disappears. They still need a lot of help but their look changes to one that says “Hmmm…I think maybe I understand what she might be saying…” And their look changes even more the next semester. They still need help but now they are at the top of their class. Now they have confidence. Now the new students are asking them for help. Now they can show off how much they actually know.
The first year, students learn about the language. They learn how English works. The second year, students learn to use the language appropriately. They gain confidence and start playing with the language. They’re first year they are like a toddler, beginning to speak. They’re second year they are like a child, experimenting with the language and grasping some of the basic principles of grammar.
I wanted to explain this today in order to make the placement of students in levels of English more clear. We have two English levels at the International School, beginners and advanced. The advanced class has students who can communicate and use the rules of English. This class focuses on the conscience rules while the beginners’ class focuses on the unconscious rules of English. Like in Portuguese, a child cannot tell you why you say “ball red” and not “red ball”. They just know that that is how you say it. Rules are taught, and sometimes students understand them. But often they don’t. The understanding of each rule is not the goal the acquisition of language is.
So, next semester, some of the beginners will be ready for the advanced class. Most new students, though, will stay in the beginners’ class. This next year, they will be picking up some more basic rules and they will be gaining confidence
Please remember that all students learn differently. One of my brothers didn't start speaking until very late. He worried my mother. But when he was ready, he started. And he never stopped. Kids are different.
The books that we are going to use next year are a little more difficult than the books this year. Some students will go from book two to book one. Don’t take this as a sign of failure. Encourage your child.Tell them that they already learned a language once. They learned Portuguese and did a pretty good job of it! (If I could speak Portuguese as well as they do, I’d be pretty happy!) Learning a language takes time and effort. But your child is capable. So, encourage your kids and be proud of their progress.
Lindsay says I have to put a question at the end of my blog because "that's how literature is evolving". I told her that I don't like questions at the end of blogs. But she says I have to do it or I'll be Stupid McStoopy Pants. Since I can't think of anything worse than being a Stupid McStoopy Pants, here's the question:
What do you think about learning languages? Have you ever been frustrated or encouraged by the way someone taught you? What do you think is the best strategy for learning a language? Or...Is it possible to swim in Jello? If you had the chance to swim in Jello what flavor would you choose?
Monday, September 13, 2010
Field Trip!
We took the kids to a nature preserve this past month as part of a unit on biodiversity. It was a long day but the kids had a blast. And it was a pretty cool place. I think the sloth may be my favorite animal... 
More Pictures of the Fam
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| Super yummy little restraunt by the beach in Porto de Galinhas |
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| Hangin with the kiddo |
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| Sarah, Mark, and Mark |
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| At the airport |
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| Hippie Sarah |
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| My mom. We went out to dinner one night to a really cute restraunt on the beach. I had mango shrip...seriously delicious. And it was just lovely to chat with my mom. |
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| Dad was only here for a week and was about as busy as humanly possible, but we made time for coffee right before we left to drop him off at the airport. |
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
God is Easy
Sometimes it's easy.
Sometimes it's not.
Being a missionary means work...excitement!
Being a missionary means work...tiredness.
Joyfulness.
Loneliness.
Lives changed.
Frustration.
GROWTH!
Distance.
Being part of the body of Christ.
Being a foreigner.
Laughter.
Tears.
Seeing God work.
Seeing sin work.
Easy doesn’t mean a piece of cake.
And Not doesn’t mean something we strain over.
But Easy makes everything lighter.
Easy makes the Not less of the focus.
Easy gives purpose.
Easy is God-given.
Praise God for being Easy.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11:30
Sometimes it's not.
Being a missionary means work...excitement!
Being a missionary means work...tiredness.
Joyfulness.
Loneliness.
Lives changed.
Frustration.
GROWTH!
Distance.
Being part of the body of Christ.
Being a foreigner.
Laughter.
Tears.
Seeing God work.
Seeing sin work.
Easy doesn’t mean a piece of cake.
And Not doesn’t mean something we strain over.
But Easy makes everything lighter.
Easy makes the Not less of the focus.
Easy gives purpose.
Easy is God-given.
Praise God for being Easy.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11:30
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Helpful Hints
Living in a foreign country means that often times you have to learn to get things done in a different way. It seems that improvizing is the norm around here. The problem is that now, sometimes in the midst of doing something, I improvize a little too much. I find "solutions" in things that should never be looked to for a solution. Which, often means that I create new problems. So, I put together a little list to help you if you're in a situation which calls for problem-solving.
Helpful Hints on Changing a Friend's Faucet
1. If a friend's faucet is broken and they ask a super-handyman friend to fix it while they are on vacation, you may just want to let the super-handyman friend fix it, instead of doing it yourself.
2. If you decide to go ahead and "help out" because you find a faucet for a great price at the store, you may want to turn off the water to the apartment before taking the faucet off the wall.
3. If you have seen someone else take a faucet off and put it right back on real quick-like and everything was just fine, you still shouldn't take that as a cue to take the faucet off without turning the water off. (Especially if that faucet happened to be outside.)
4. If you decide "What the heck, so the laundry room'll get a little wet...no biggie", check to make sure that the new faucet is the right size, before taking the old faucet off the wall.
5. (Special step for those of you who wear glasses.) If you neglect to check the size of the new faucet and go ahead and take the old faucet off the wall, and water is spraying everywhere, and you can't see out of your glasses, try not to take them off your face and throw them in the washing machine, as you won't be able to find them and will be able to see nothing.
6. If you have lost your glasses, the water is spraying at high volumes and you cannot get the new faucet (which happens to be too big) into the hole on the wall, now may be a good time to call your super-handyman friend.
7. If he can't hear you because the water is spraying too loudly, you may have to run to the other room to talk to him and then run back into the laundry room to see if you can carry out what he is saying.
8. If he asks you if you know where the water turn off valve-y thing is, simply say "no". It's faster.
9. If he says he's going to call another friend to come and the other guy is about 5 minutes away, calmly try to explain that the water will be chest deep by the time the other guy gets there.
10. If you haven't tried to put the old faucet back on yet, by all means, try it now.
11. It's always good to thank your super-handyman friend before hanging up...especially because he will have to come and put the new faucet on the wall inspite of your pitiful attempt. (He will most likely turn the water off before putting the new faucet on...just sayin')
12. If you don't have a wet/dry vac, absorbant travelers' towels are great for cleaning up 4 inches of water in a kitchen, laundry room, or any other room, although do not expect this to be a quick task.
13. Fans are great for drying out sopping wet items that were being stored in the laundry room.
Helpful Hints on Changing a Friend's Faucet
1. If a friend's faucet is broken and they ask a super-handyman friend to fix it while they are on vacation, you may just want to let the super-handyman friend fix it, instead of doing it yourself.
2. If you decide to go ahead and "help out" because you find a faucet for a great price at the store, you may want to turn off the water to the apartment before taking the faucet off the wall.
3. If you have seen someone else take a faucet off and put it right back on real quick-like and everything was just fine, you still shouldn't take that as a cue to take the faucet off without turning the water off. (Especially if that faucet happened to be outside.)
4. If you decide "What the heck, so the laundry room'll get a little wet...no biggie", check to make sure that the new faucet is the right size, before taking the old faucet off the wall.
5. (Special step for those of you who wear glasses.) If you neglect to check the size of the new faucet and go ahead and take the old faucet off the wall, and water is spraying everywhere, and you can't see out of your glasses, try not to take them off your face and throw them in the washing machine, as you won't be able to find them and will be able to see nothing.
6. If you have lost your glasses, the water is spraying at high volumes and you cannot get the new faucet (which happens to be too big) into the hole on the wall, now may be a good time to call your super-handyman friend.
7. If he can't hear you because the water is spraying too loudly, you may have to run to the other room to talk to him and then run back into the laundry room to see if you can carry out what he is saying.
8. If he asks you if you know where the water turn off valve-y thing is, simply say "no". It's faster.
9. If he says he's going to call another friend to come and the other guy is about 5 minutes away, calmly try to explain that the water will be chest deep by the time the other guy gets there.
10. If you haven't tried to put the old faucet back on yet, by all means, try it now.
11. It's always good to thank your super-handyman friend before hanging up...especially because he will have to come and put the new faucet on the wall inspite of your pitiful attempt. (He will most likely turn the water off before putting the new faucet on...just sayin')
12. If you don't have a wet/dry vac, absorbant travelers' towels are great for cleaning up 4 inches of water in a kitchen, laundry room, or any other room, although do not expect this to be a quick task.
13. Fans are great for drying out sopping wet items that were being stored in the laundry room.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Going Bald
Sigh.
I've got this class.
Each student has become a special person to me. Spending time with them individually or in small groups is a highlight of my day.
But put them all together and I have the urge to pull out each of the strands of hair on my head, one-by-one.
Like today.
I gave the students an assignment and asked them to use pencil.
About ten minutes in, I saw that one of the students was using pen.
"Oh, sorry Teacher. I didn't hear you."
"Please come get a pencil."
"I need a sharpener."
"Ok. You may use mine."
Should I need to have this conversation with a middleschooler? Nope.
Should he be prepared for class? Yep.
But we did and he wasn't.
Class continued.
The bell rang.
The assignments were returned to me.
Including one done entirely in pen, from my buddy.
I mean...I know. It's pen. Who cares?
But. Seriously now.
It's simple disobedience.
There was a thought process.
And he made a decision.
What's the answer?
I made him stay after class but did he acually learn anything other than not to use a pen on assignments in Teacher Emily's class?
Cause, in truth, I couldn't care less about the pen.
I want him to learn to respect people.
But, how can I really teach that?
Please pray that God would give me and the other teachers at the International School wisdom in dealing with the students in this class.
I've got this class.
Each student has become a special person to me. Spending time with them individually or in small groups is a highlight of my day.
But put them all together and I have the urge to pull out each of the strands of hair on my head, one-by-one.
Like today.
I gave the students an assignment and asked them to use pencil.
About ten minutes in, I saw that one of the students was using pen.
"Oh, sorry Teacher. I didn't hear you."
"Please come get a pencil."
"I need a sharpener."
"Ok. You may use mine."
Should I need to have this conversation with a middleschooler? Nope.
Should he be prepared for class? Yep.
But we did and he wasn't.
Class continued.
The bell rang.
The assignments were returned to me.
Including one done entirely in pen, from my buddy.
I mean...I know. It's pen. Who cares?
But. Seriously now.
It's simple disobedience.
There was a thought process.
And he made a decision.
What's the answer?
I made him stay after class but did he acually learn anything other than not to use a pen on assignments in Teacher Emily's class?
Cause, in truth, I couldn't care less about the pen.
I want him to learn to respect people.
But, how can I really teach that?
Please pray that God would give me and the other teachers at the International School wisdom in dealing with the students in this class.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Advice For Daughters
Say your prayers. Read your Bible. Change your underwear. Brush your teeth. Be nice. Different isn't bad it's just different. Don't talk to strangers unless they have good candy. Clean your room. Take care of your laundry. Feed your dog. NEVER TAKE A FAUCET OFF WITHOUT TURNING OFF THE WATER FIRST. Love the LORD your God with all your heart, and your soul and with all your mind. Don't buy backpacks from Wal-mart. Don't drink from the faucet or the toilet (unless you're a dog). Shave your legs. Call your Mom. Don't wear too much eyeliner. Don't talk to boys (unless you're engaged to them). LOVE EACH OTHER.
-Email from Mom
-Email from Mom
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
I'm So Cool. Why Can't You See That?
School is out.
School presentations are finished.
English camp is over.
The groups came.
Dad's last medical clinic in Brazil is complete, allowing the churches to reach out to the community on a personal level.
His lectures on the reliability of the Bible were a strong success.
VBS was fun for all involved and introduced ideas like "God's Word is Life-Changing" to the kids who were part of the excitement.
The groups ate crazy amounts of meat after shopping all day.
I had coffee with Dad.
He hopped on a plane.
The rest of the fam and the Flinks headed down to Porto de Galinhas.
Sarah and I are sitting under a veranda enjoying the beauty, making fun of each other, and eating breakfast.
She's singing "I'm so cool" to the tune of Barney's "I love you".
I'm about to sit on her.
What a great month.
School presentations are finished.
English camp is over.
The groups came.
Dad's last medical clinic in Brazil is complete, allowing the churches to reach out to the community on a personal level.
His lectures on the reliability of the Bible were a strong success.
VBS was fun for all involved and introduced ideas like "God's Word is Life-Changing" to the kids who were part of the excitement.
The groups ate crazy amounts of meat after shopping all day.
I had coffee with Dad.
He hopped on a plane.
The rest of the fam and the Flinks headed down to Porto de Galinhas.
Sarah and I are sitting under a veranda enjoying the beauty, making fun of each other, and eating breakfast.
She's singing "I'm so cool" to the tune of Barney's "I love you".
I'm about to sit on her.
What a great month.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Guess what!!!
I got an apartment!
Well, I guess "we got an apartment" is more appropriate...except that I don't know who the other individuals in the "we" are yet...so, kinda "I" for now. But the future entities in the "we" will be thankful for this apartment as well.
The plan is for this apartment to turn into TTH or "Temporary Teacher Housing" (Does it sound more official if I use initials? Cause I just made that up...maybe we can just call it by the sounds /tθ/.)
It's a 3 bedroom. With a great location. It's right next door to Jeff & Lindsay's apartment, in a great part of town, within easy walking distance from the grocery store and everywhere an American might want to go in Carpina and about 2 minutes from the bus stop.
My first purchases for the apartment were a toilet seat and a fan. Though the apartment could use quite a few more appliances and furniture, I wonder what it really needs beyond that. A stove? A sofa? While they may be nice, they ain't got nuthin' on the toilet seat.
Well, I guess "we got an apartment" is more appropriate...except that I don't know who the other individuals in the "we" are yet...so, kinda "I" for now. But the future entities in the "we" will be thankful for this apartment as well.
The plan is for this apartment to turn into TTH or "Temporary Teacher Housing" (Does it sound more official if I use initials? Cause I just made that up...maybe we can just call it by the sounds /tθ/.)
It's a 3 bedroom. With a great location. It's right next door to Jeff & Lindsay's apartment, in a great part of town, within easy walking distance from the grocery store and everywhere an American might want to go in Carpina and about 2 minutes from the bus stop.
While the most important purchases have been made, future purchases will allow the apartment to be used well. We hope to soon buy a stove and furnish the place enough to have temporary teachers living here next semester. These purchases will be made as donations come in, so if you would like to help to furnish the TTH, drop me an email (emilyataylor@gmail.com).
Living at the Alcance (ministry headquarters) has been a blessing. I have begun to learn Portuguese there and become friends with many people involved in the ministry. But as more and more rooms at the Alcance turn into classrooms, this apartment is becoming more and more necessary. I am also super excited for this new change, partly for the convenience and partly for the fun of it.
AND! If you want to come down to visit or to teach, we've got a swell apartment for you to dwell in!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Why I Love Middle School
Today I screamed.
A scream that caused my students to say "Does anyone know why Teacher Emily is screaming?",
which gave me just the nano-second I needed to ask the room full of girls to
Please.
Stop.
Talking.
They laughed.
After school they painted my nails
and giggled at the color.
I returned to my classroom and found a note.
Dear Teacher Emily,
I love you.
Sorry for being loud.
Love,
A Middle Schooler
A scream that caused my students to say "Does anyone know why Teacher Emily is screaming?",
which gave me just the nano-second I needed to ask the room full of girls to
Please.
Stop.
Talking.
They laughed.
After school they painted my nails
and giggled at the color.
I returned to my classroom and found a note.
Dear Teacher Emily,
I love you.
Sorry for being loud.
Love,
A Middle Schooler
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Flying Like a Child
I was on Jeff & Lindsay's roof and had an urge to jump over the side and fly through Carpina.
I am writing this post, so I obviously didn't try it.
But it reminded me of when Jonathan was about 3 and he tried to fly off the back of a chair. He ended up with two black teeth as a result. He told my dad that he knew why he couldn't fly. He needed a cape.
But as I resisted the urge to fly over Carpina, I thought of the fact that my little brother wasn't hesitant to fly. He just did it. Arms out, legs straight. Perfect flying pose. There were no hands in front of the face. No cringing.
And I thought, thats what makes a kid a kid. They don't fear. They think, they make a decision, and they do it. As we get older, we add more to that process. We think, we analyze, we discuss, we make a decision, we second guess that decision, we get padding in case that decision is wrong, and then we do it, often times hesitantly with our hands in front of our face.
Now, I'm not saying that this process is wrong. As adults we have developed a process designed to keep us from getting hurt.
We are used to the potential of getting hurt in every situation. Whether it's eating or loving, it could lead to enlongated stays in the bathroom or crying in a pillow. It's good to have that padding.
But the potential of hurt disappears when it comes to the Lord. Psalm 116:6 says "The Lord protects those of childlike faith" (NLT). God is not looking to take our attempts at relationship with him and stomp on our hearts. Jesus says "Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, For the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" (Matthew 19:14).
God is love...There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear because fear has to do with punishment. 1 John 4:14 & 18
Friday, April 16, 2010
Educational Theory
I sat studying the affective side of learning and the effect that teachers' language has on it. I wondered how I could integrate more student-centered language in a classroom where the students are not able to actively participate in the target language...where a one word response for a question is looked upon as a victory. I looked up, pondering the thought, just in time to see the window filled with several kindergarten faces bouncing in and out of view.
"Teacher Emily!" I heard. "Teacher Emily esta aqui!" "Teacher Emily ta aqui!". Soon I saw a mini-crowd of hopping kindergarten students. I said hello but decided it was probably wise not to discuss educational theory with them, since there is a small but steep drop-off under my classroom window.
After a few more jumps, the kids got tired. But, of course, they couldn't give up that easily. As I tried to decide if I wanted to read, they decided to sit under the window. Every few seconds, I heard "Teacher Emily!" "Teacher Emily! ABC!" "Teacher Emily! ABCDEFG!" (Of course, they had to stop at 'G' because 'H' isn't worth the effort.) "Teacher Emily! Hello!" "Teacher Emily! Blue!" "Teacher Emily! Two!" "Teacher Emily! Baw!" I couldn't quite understand that one, so I looked at the window, just in time to see one of the little munchkins slowly push a ball into sight. I laughed and went to the window to talk to them. They were elated...until two of their little soccer-playing friends ran right into each other, giving one a goose egg the size of Kansas. The kids were rounded up and I returned to Anton and Vygotsky.
One word conversations may not be as thought provoking as a class' work on discovery of the appropriate uses of "would", "should", and "could" but it they sure do make me smile...and I bet in a few years these little rugrats will be debating the word recognition versus the sociopsycholinguistic views on language insturuction...well...maybe not. But I bet they will tell some great stories.
"Teacher Emily!" I heard. "Teacher Emily esta aqui!" "Teacher Emily ta aqui!". Soon I saw a mini-crowd of hopping kindergarten students. I said hello but decided it was probably wise not to discuss educational theory with them, since there is a small but steep drop-off under my classroom window.
After a few more jumps, the kids got tired. But, of course, they couldn't give up that easily. As I tried to decide if I wanted to read, they decided to sit under the window. Every few seconds, I heard "Teacher Emily!" "Teacher Emily! ABC!" "Teacher Emily! ABCDEFG!" (Of course, they had to stop at 'G' because 'H' isn't worth the effort.) "Teacher Emily! Hello!" "Teacher Emily! Blue!" "Teacher Emily! Two!" "Teacher Emily! Baw!" I couldn't quite understand that one, so I looked at the window, just in time to see one of the little munchkins slowly push a ball into sight. I laughed and went to the window to talk to them. They were elated...until two of their little soccer-playing friends ran right into each other, giving one a goose egg the size of Kansas. The kids were rounded up and I returned to Anton and Vygotsky.
One word conversations may not be as thought provoking as a class' work on discovery of the appropriate uses of "would", "should", and "could" but it they sure do make me smile...and I bet in a few years these little rugrats will be debating the word recognition versus the sociopsycholinguistic views on language insturuction...well...maybe not. But I bet they will tell some great stories.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Acacias Community Church
Over the past several months, there have been some changes within the Acacias Community Church.
The first big addition was a prayer vigil. The meeting is held once a month and the participants spend the night praying at the church. The week after the first meeting, three people decided to follow Christ! We are experiencing how God moves, when His church prays.
Another big step for the church involved re-starting the English classes. Last semester Pat Hood began an English class for the women of the church & the school. It was a huge success, with the men asking for a class of their own. As we discussed Pat's class & saw the implementation of it, I began to see a fuller picture of the potential of English classes within the churches. Jeff, Lindsay, Ricardo, & I have been teaching English at the church in Lagao de Itaenga for some time now, but, as for me, I saw it much in the same way as I saw my English classes at the school. Through the new class, I began to see how powerful an English class within the church can be. Tele & Heather saw this as well. So, a few weeks after the prayer vigil started, they started English classes at the church. And what a turn out! The second week Tele had over 30 people in the beginners' class and Heather had around 10 in the more advanced class. A few of the Americans (Paul & Ruth) and an English-speaking Brazilian (Jaciel) are now helping with the load. There are four classes. People from the church, the school, and the community are coming an hour before church for English class. Many of them then stay for the church service. The Acacias Community church has always been very small but over the past several months it has grown dramatically. It has been fun to see.
The first big addition was a prayer vigil. The meeting is held once a month and the participants spend the night praying at the church. The week after the first meeting, three people decided to follow Christ! We are experiencing how God moves, when His church prays.
Another big step for the church involved re-starting the English classes. Last semester Pat Hood began an English class for the women of the church & the school. It was a huge success, with the men asking for a class of their own. As we discussed Pat's class & saw the implementation of it, I began to see a fuller picture of the potential of English classes within the churches. Jeff, Lindsay, Ricardo, & I have been teaching English at the church in Lagao de Itaenga for some time now, but, as for me, I saw it much in the same way as I saw my English classes at the school. Through the new class, I began to see how powerful an English class within the church can be. Tele & Heather saw this as well. So, a few weeks after the prayer vigil started, they started English classes at the church. And what a turn out! The second week Tele had over 30 people in the beginners' class and Heather had around 10 in the more advanced class. A few of the Americans (Paul & Ruth) and an English-speaking Brazilian (Jaciel) are now helping with the load. There are four classes. People from the church, the school, and the community are coming an hour before church for English class. Many of them then stay for the church service. The Acacias Community church has always been very small but over the past several months it has grown dramatically. It has been fun to see.
Here's a video of Pastor Tele talking about Acacias.
Please pray for continued growth within the Community Church of Acacias and that the Lord would use this little church in a powerful way.
Also, the pastor of Guadalajara Community Church (Carlos), some of the other American missionaries, and I are planning to start a new English program at the church in Guadalajara next week. Please pray that the church would be empowered to form new relationships through this program and that the Lord will be glorified.Monday, March 29, 2010
My View
So, I have a beautiful view from my balcony.
Seriously, now. Breakfast to this? I'll take it.
Let me change that first sentence. I had a beautiful view from my balcony.
A hotel is in the midst of being built on the property behind the Alcance.
This doesn't mean there will be a comfortable place to stay. It means there will be yet another place for men and their mistresses to meet. This will be a place where cars pull into the hotel, completely hiding the car, so as not to be identified. Most likely, it will have a name like "Blue Love Hotel" , "Aphrodites Hotel", "Good Time Hotel" or something equally classy.
Ever since I got here, in January, I have been watching the building process and every time I have breakfast on my balcony I pray that the Lord would change the hearts of the people constructing it, that Brazil would turn from this industry, and if it is constructed, that the children of the school will be protected physically and spiritually.
That was until this morning.
This morning I woke up and went out to my balcony to have breakfast and saw THIS:
A second story.
SERIOUSLY NOW!?
Not only are they building a shady motel behind my apartment, but now they are obstructing my view!
Dude. I was not happy. My food couldn't be swallowed. How many stories up are they going to go?! Errgh. My breakfasts are forever ruined.
And then I realized how I was acting. I am way more angry about this stupid hotel now that my view is obstructed...my view. A beautiful view, yes....but still. A view.
My prayers before were requests. My prayers today were demands.
What the heck? If I thought it was wrong before, why were my prayers casual? It's not any more wrong now, but it's in my way...so, now my prayers are persistant. If I really loved the people constructing it, Brazil, and my students...wouldn't my prayers be more insistant just at the idea?
And how often do I actually pray like this?
Why do we pray casually until our personal view is obstructed?
Seriously, now. Breakfast to this? I'll take it.
Let me change that first sentence. I had a beautiful view from my balcony.
A hotel is in the midst of being built on the property behind the Alcance.
This doesn't mean there will be a comfortable place to stay. It means there will be yet another place for men and their mistresses to meet. This will be a place where cars pull into the hotel, completely hiding the car, so as not to be identified. Most likely, it will have a name like "Blue Love Hotel" , "Aphrodites Hotel", "Good Time Hotel" or something equally classy.
Ever since I got here, in January, I have been watching the building process and every time I have breakfast on my balcony I pray that the Lord would change the hearts of the people constructing it, that Brazil would turn from this industry, and if it is constructed, that the children of the school will be protected physically and spiritually.
That was until this morning.
This morning I woke up and went out to my balcony to have breakfast and saw THIS:
A second story.
SERIOUSLY NOW!?
Not only are they building a shady motel behind my apartment, but now they are obstructing my view!
Dude. I was not happy. My food couldn't be swallowed. How many stories up are they going to go?! Errgh. My breakfasts are forever ruined.
And then I realized how I was acting. I am way more angry about this stupid hotel now that my view is obstructed...my view. A beautiful view, yes....but still. A view.
My prayers before were requests. My prayers today were demands.
What the heck? If I thought it was wrong before, why were my prayers casual? It's not any more wrong now, but it's in my way...so, now my prayers are persistant. If I really loved the people constructing it, Brazil, and my students...wouldn't my prayers be more insistant just at the idea?
And how often do I actually pray like this?
Why do we pray casually until our personal view is obstructed?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Just hangin out by a moat full of sand dollars, that's all.
The last couple of weeks have been eventful. They've included a professional soccer game, a group of Americans, and the beach.
The soccer game was awesome.
I've been to one other soccer game. It was great fun. But it was different. Our host took care of us. It was mellow...at least not a bordering on a stampede...and the stadium didn't shake.
But this game was fun. After running down the street and finding tickets, we were hearded into a gate as we held our ticket high. We gave our tickets away and were directed up the stairs. Problem is that there were about a thousand people trying to get up the stairs simultaneously. Never in my life have I been in such close quarters with that many sweaty men...and I grew up playing sardines with 8 brothers.
As we worked our way through the corridor, our group held tightly onto each others' shoulders. At one point, people were closing in from both sides. In my mind I turned into a PowerPuff Girl, put my hand on their big, nasty, sweaty faces, and shoved as I shouted "Nope! Not gonna happen!". As the guy to my left tried to pick himself up out of the stampede of people that had decided to step on him, in leau of going around his flailing body, the guy whimpered "Wow. This girl's strong." I looked at him, shook my head, and said, "Don't you try to break our line, Buster!"
Ok. It may not have happend exactly like that. But the point is that there were a lot of people and everyone wanted to go to the same place. It was intense. And I had PowerPuff powers.
So, we finally ascended the stairs and found some seats.
Wow! Was it a beautiful field! Big and green.
And guess what? It had a moat around it! Yeah! A moat! I wanted to go play on it, just for that.
Our team lost. But it was a good game. With lots of pretty saves by the goalkeeper.
A couple days later we headed to the beach. Coquerinho is a stunningly beautiful beach. We all got sunburned and found live sand dollars under our feet. Amazing.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Hi Message!
So, I had this assignment due tonight. A little known fact is that, I, Emily Taylor, am a perfectionist. Sigh...I hate turning in work that I don't have a complete grasp on. But after way too many hours of work, it was turned it. I wasn't happy about it, though.
Then I got home, where I found a message from my brother, Andy, and my nephews, James (5) & Josh (3). Seriously now. Best.message.ever.
The words in italics were said to me. The rest were overheard amongst the men.
James: Umm...Hey Emily, I'm sorry I didn't call you in three days. Ummm....we're at home on a rainy day. It's almost Spring. Soo, we're just sittin' on the couch and readin' books right now. This is your nephew, James. Bye!
Andy: No! Let Josh talk.
Josh: 'Ello! (long pause)
Andy: Leave a message.
Josh: Hi Message!
Andy: No. Say "Hi Emily"
Josh: Hi Emily!
James: Say "This is Josh"
Josh: It's Josh.
James: And now say a lot of things that you know.
Andy: Say "We miss you".
Josh: We miss you.
Andy: Anything else?
Josh: Her not answering me.
Andy: And ask her if she...say "I want to build a fort when you get back"
Josh: I want to build a fort when you get back.
James: Did you see the frog?!
Josh: Yeah.
James: Dad!
Andy: And...how...about...you hope she's doing alright.
Josh: Are you doin' alright?
Andy: And say "I hope you have a good sleepin'"
Josh: I...
James: And tell her that we hope we get a Frosty sometime when she gets back.
Andy: Say "goodnight".
Josh: Good night!
Andy: And say I love you James.
Josh: I love you, James!
Andy: No James, say "I love you, Emily".
James: I love you, Emily!
Andy: Alright say buh-bye.
Josh: Buh-bye
Andy: Bye Emily!
Josh: How you turn dis off?
Andy: You press this. Press this button.
How could I be frustrated after hearing a message like that?
Then I got home, where I found a message from my brother, Andy, and my nephews, James (5) & Josh (3). Seriously now. Best.message.ever.
The words in italics were said to me. The rest were overheard amongst the men.
James: Umm...Hey Emily, I'm sorry I didn't call you in three days. Ummm....we're at home on a rainy day. It's almost Spring. Soo, we're just sittin' on the couch and readin' books right now. This is your nephew, James. Bye!
Andy: No! Let Josh talk.
Josh: 'Ello! (long pause)
Andy: Leave a message.
Josh: Hi Message!
Andy: No. Say "Hi Emily"
Josh: Hi Emily!
James: Say "This is Josh"
Josh: It's Josh.
James: And now say a lot of things that you know.
Andy: Say "We miss you".
Josh: We miss you.
Andy: Anything else?
Josh: Her not answering me.
Andy: And ask her if she...say "I want to build a fort when you get back"
Josh: I want to build a fort when you get back.
James: Did you see the frog?!
Josh: Yeah.
James: Dad!
Andy: And...how...about...you hope she's doing alright.
Josh: Are you doin' alright?
Andy: And say "I hope you have a good sleepin'"
Josh: I...
James: And tell her that we hope we get a Frosty sometime when she gets back.
Andy: Say "goodnight".
Josh: Good night!
Andy: And say I love you James.
Josh: I love you, James!
Andy: No James, say "I love you, Emily".
James: I love you, Emily!
Andy: Alright say buh-bye.
Josh: Buh-bye
Andy: Bye Emily!
Josh: How you turn dis off?
Andy: You press this. Press this button.
How could I be frustrated after hearing a message like that?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
A New Semester
Here's my new class from the Community Church of Lagoa de Itaenga. I have the advanced class. They made today fun.
Please pray that this class will learn English easily and as they understand more English, they will also understand more about the Gospel.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Vacation
This week was vacation. We got a week off for Carnival (Mardi Gras). It was nice. Whenever I make transitions or start something new, I get tired. I slept a lot this week.
But not until after we got back from Amaxias' church camp. I must say that I was not super excited about going to camp. I have a fear of interacting with new people. I know. It's silly. Ninety-eight percent of the time, I really like the new people...but I still have this quasi-phobia of new people. Anyways, so I wasn't exactly thrilled about going. If Lindsay hadn't said please in a really convincing way, I probably wouldn't have worked quite as hard on my assingment for the online class I'm taking (Language Foundations for ESL/EFL Teaching), so I would have had an excuse to stay home. But she asked with a please, so I woke up early, finished my assignment and jumped in the car in the nick of time.
And I'm glad I did.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
School's in Session
We jumped from 75 to 125 students this semester. That's a big percentage. We have kids coming out our ears. But things are going really well. Several changes have been made in the implementation of the schedule & the school itself. Good changes.
In the English department, Lindsay and I are super excited that she is now only teaching the younger kids and I am only teaching the older kids. Allelulia! Lindsay loves teaching preschool and I love teaching the older kids...but schedule-wise it just never worked out. But this semester it is done. Working in the area that we are gifted in is just lovely.
We are also thrilled that we got a new teacher. Betsy came yesterday. She will be teaching the older students, with me. We are so thankful that God provided a teacher and another person to participate in our excapades.
This past week was just testing but tomorrow we divide up into classes. Should be fun.
In the English department, Lindsay and I are super excited that she is now only teaching the younger kids and I am only teaching the older kids. Allelulia! Lindsay loves teaching preschool and I love teaching the older kids...but schedule-wise it just never worked out. But this semester it is done. Working in the area that we are gifted in is just lovely.
We are also thrilled that we got a new teacher. Betsy came yesterday. She will be teaching the older students, with me. We are so thankful that God provided a teacher and another person to participate in our excapades.
This past week was just testing but tomorrow we divide up into classes. Should be fun.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Ready or Not, Here it Comes!
I'm back in Brazil. School starts on Monday. We have a ton of students signed up right now. There's alot to do. The school is looking awesome. We have a new library, a new entrance for the cafeteria, and improved classrooms. Desks are coming soon...we hope. My room got a new white board and is becoming alphabetized. Lindsay has a classroom just for the little ones' English. Now the goal is to lesson plan out the wazoo...I sincerley dislike the time it takes to lesson plan. But, Monday will roll around soon enough and I'll have a new class. The thought of it scares me right now. But soon enough they'll be my class. I'll be laughing with them and training them in English, math, science, and living a Christ-centered life. While right now I wish Monday weren't so close, I also know soon I'll be doing one of the things I enjoy most, teaching.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
This Month
I took a picture of my mom kissing a dead fish that Sarah & Jonathan tied to a rope.
I comforted my brother.
I saw Laura pregnant.
I had a lot of coffee.
I went to Luke & Limey's wedding and had fun watching them be a married couple.
I heard Joshua yelling EM-AH-LY I LOVE YOU!
I felt James knock me over with a hug and then give me a gentle little peck on the cheek.
I saw the look of joy on Nathan's face as he hit me over the head with a sword and heard me laugh.
I talked to my mom in a way that Skype does not allow.
I was driving down New Rd., with my sister jabbering in the passenger seat, when she says "Wow. My mouth is really tired."
I took James to kindergarten.
I froze in the backseat of a convertible in Florida.
I was proud of Mark.
I ate frosties in a fort with James and Josh.
I saw my mom & dad flirt.
I met my cousin, Alexys.
I was a dinner guest at Luke & Limey's first apartment.
I was thankful for the loads of people who had dinner/coffee with me for the purpose of getting information on how I am doing and praying for me.
I relaxed with my family.
I drove.
I got wet socks from the snow spilling over my shoes.
I had a slumber party with my cousin.
I spent time with my family and friends and enjoyed myself completely.
Here's a long-ish but very fun video of the Taylor Christmas event.
http://chastay.phanfare.com/4500130#imageID=89443908
I comforted my brother.
I saw Laura pregnant.
I had a lot of coffee.
I went to Luke & Limey's wedding and had fun watching them be a married couple.
I heard Joshua yelling EM-AH-LY I LOVE YOU!
I felt James knock me over with a hug and then give me a gentle little peck on the cheek.
I saw the look of joy on Nathan's face as he hit me over the head with a sword and heard me laugh.
I talked to my mom in a way that Skype does not allow.
I was driving down New Rd., with my sister jabbering in the passenger seat, when she says "Wow. My mouth is really tired."
I took James to kindergarten.
I froze in the backseat of a convertible in Florida.
I was proud of Mark.
I sat back and listened to the twenty people crammed in one room celebrating the chaos and joy that is Christmas at the Taylor house.
I heard Jana's delightful African accent.I ate frosties in a fort with James and Josh.
I saw my mom & dad flirt.
I met my cousin, Alexys.
I was a dinner guest at Luke & Limey's first apartment.
I was thankful for the loads of people who had dinner/coffee with me for the purpose of getting information on how I am doing and praying for me.
I relaxed with my family.
I drove.
I got wet socks from the snow spilling over my shoes.
I had a slumber party with my cousin.
I spent time with my family and friends and enjoyed myself completely.
Here's a long-ish but very fun video of the Taylor Christmas event.
http://chastay.phanfare.com/4500130#imageID=89443908
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Leaving
She looked at me with eyes that told me she was content, as she put her arm around me. "Why do you have to leave?" she asked sadly. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, she said "But I want you to go. I just don't like it." "I know", I replied quietly.
Leaving is hard. Always. No matter how many times I do it, it never changes. The problem is love...but the joy is also love. How blessed am I, that I have so many people on different continents whom I love?
Leaving is hard. Always. No matter how many times I do it, it never changes. The problem is love...but the joy is also love. How blessed am I, that I have so many people on different continents whom I love?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Passing of the Past Year
A purple polka-dotted panda brought a plain pre-released year to the picnic table where I paused. The panda said "Please, ma'am, pick up the past year and put it in my paw. I present you with a replacement for the one pending an ending". I pouted for a moment, perusing the past pleasantries of the year passed. I pleaded with the panda not to place the past year in the posthumous log of people and pandas. But as I pouted, the panda pocketed my year and propelled himself past me. In spite of my pleadings, he pitched the plain year on the picnic table and proceeded. And now I ponder what I perceived. The purple polka-dotted panda presents new years and packs the past no matter how pertinacious I may be.
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