Friday, May 23, 2008

work

The school that we are doing our training at went on a 3-4 hour hike yesterday for Arbor Day. It was all uphill and today I am in pain. Yet, it was really fun and it felt great doing exercise. After the event, we, fellow trainees and I, sat down and talked about it. We went down the line and said, “The American in me cringed when…” I said when the kids kept pulling out all the plants and killing so many little bugs on Arbor Day. Also when it was completely muddy down this hill and all the guys in my class were pushing each other down the hill, several of them falling. All okay and smiling, despite the mud now covering their backs. It’s going to be something that we will have to try to work on, both with the kids and with ourselves to try to understand the youth. Upon finishing this walk-a-thon, we went down to relax by the muni (city building, which is surrounded by a school, park, basketball/soccer court, Catholic Church, and a bunch of little stores.) But on our way down I saw what looked like a thrift store out of the corner of my eye, so Carmen and I stopped in…and there were books! O, glorious books! Children’s books like Courdoroy, Dr. Seuss’ ones, Bearnstein Bears, etc. All in English. So we are thinking about translating them into Spanish and using them for either host relatives or the kids we end up working with. Likely both. They are each only a Quetzal; the US dollar is at about 7.5Q so the books are super cheap. In the words of Dr.Fitzsimmons, “read, read, read!”

About 150 students and some teachers are also going to Peten pretty soon on a fieldtrip and 3 out of 4 of us are going on this two day trip with the youth, just to get to know them better and to serve as chaperones. I have about 48 students in my class. About half are supposed to be going. The other day I had to give my first dinamica (ice breaker) and it went alright. It could have gone much better but making mistakes is good, helps me realize I am nowhere near an expert or invincible, and pushes me to work harder. So the dinamica was a combination of two: I had the students take a notecard, put their name in the middle and in each corner write two things about themselves. In one corner, two adjectives to describe themselves; another corner had two favorite books or movies; another corner had two things they like to do in their free time; last one had their two favorite singers or groups. I collected them, and shuffled through quickly to look at the answers. I would name something that the kids had in common and they would have to run to the middle of the circle. I did that a few times. Then I had them take a piece of candy or two and say something interesting or unique about themselves. I thought that this would help me memorize names and faces. Silly me. Factors that made my dinamica a bit difficult: there was no teacher (the students have exams next week so many of the teachers were preparing for that), it was outside (it was really distracting for the students and the wind made it hard for them to hear me and for me to hear them), and length (I have 48 students and each class period is about 35 mins long so there was too much to cover in such a small amount of time). Also I should have considered exactly how much info the students would want to share about themselves the first time. Nevertheless, it was good and I have many more dinamicas and charlas to give that will prepare me to foresee some things like this.

I love you all. Please take care and always stay positive.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

If this doesn't make you smile...


I know I don't look terribly thrilled but you prob wouldn't if your brother was leaving for Afghanistan in a month. However, it was a cool opportunity. PS, sorry, Perla.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

MR´s Bday Bash




Good times. More info later. Love you guys.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Pictures to prove I still exist





Top picture is my host mom carrying my brother. Supposedly it doesn´t hurt her back or neck. Maybe if I lose a little bit of weight she will carry me in there too :0)

Next is my bedroom. I promised religion and I think I came through.

Last picture is of me and my homie Skeletor. This was in Antigua Guatemala.

IPC

The past few days I’ve been sick with stomach problems. This Monday we had a whole session on diarrhea at the PC training center and I kept convincing myself throughout that every single worm that the nurse was talking about was inside me but I think it’s pretty unlikely. My host mother snuck in some herbal things (garlic, apazote, and something else) into my chamomile tea without me knowing this afternoon and I kind of feel better which is so nice when your day is filled with studying Spanish, adapting to a culture, integrating into a new family, learning about development, etc. Today we went to the middle and high school which is an Instituto por Cooperativa (cooperative because the school is funded three ways; parents, municipality and national government). I am working with 3o Basico which is the third and last year of middle school with children ranging from 13 or 14 to 18. All the kids were really nice and wanted me to sit with them in class. I was with them for a few hours, spanning two P.E. periods, Social Studies and Math. Physical Education was interesting. The kids played basketball, did some wheelbarrow racing and person on another person’s shoulder racing. The last two were very dangerous. They were racing across a concrete court. Some of the kids were banging up their knees and elbows. One girl fell of her partner’s back onto the floor. It was painful to watch. Social Studies was alright. The students were instructed to bring a copy of a map and ¾ of the class didn’t do it. Tsk tsk. Then Math came and the students seemed to like that better. But I think they may have liked it better simply because the teacher postponed their test since I was there making observations. I’ll be working with these kids for the next two months once or twice a week.

On the home front, aside from being sick, everything is good. I made crepes for my family and they liked them. I gave some to two of my host uncles too. One lives next door and is named Rodolfo. He comes over everyday to play with the baby. He sounds like Winnie the Pooh. Same laugh. My other host uncle is Juan and he lives across the street. He has come over twice since I’ve been here and I think he has been the easiest one to talk to in all the family. I get to meet the rest of the family and part of the town this Saturday. It is my little brother’s birthday and about 100 people are invited to break the piƱata.

I miss everyone. Love you. Shout out to GB whose birthday is coming up this Monday. Love you, papa!