Monday, May 31, 2010

Apartment

Here's a little video of where I live.

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.



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