I have been trying to post that last entry for a week now, but I could only just now do it. So lucky you, you get TWO superexcitingneverseenbefore updates! Boooooom booooom POW!
My friends Mike and Greg have come to visit! They got in on Sunday, and after a very stressful day at the airport (for me, not them; don’t ask), we traveled by camel to my apartment in the pyramid. We have been doing some touristy things, but I know that is not what you want to hear about. What you want to hear about is this:
They brought me a bottle of American Diet Coke! El Humdillilah! Allah has smiled down on me!
In getting a singular bottle of the elixir of life, you go through a series of emotions much like the 5 stages of grief.
The 9 Stages of Diet Coke:
1. Excitement that you have received such a gift
2. Anger that you must wait and refrigerate it
3. Extreme anticipation for the entire next day
4. A strange nervous sensation when you are about to open it, because what if you don’t like it?
5. LOVE
6. A slow depression settling in as you get closer to the bottom
7. Grief because you finished it
8. Over it
9. The realization that you will be even more addicted to it upon your return to the motherland
Question. What is the purpose of all the flap around our earholes? Seriously, you have a hole that is necessary, I suppose, for hearing purposes. But then your ear is just flapping about all around it. Studies have shown that the movable parts of your ears are highly pointless. These studies were conducted by Dr. Beth Overby at the School of Hard Knocks, and they are factual.
We went to the Pyramids yesterday, just to check and see if they were still there. They are. It was uber-windy outside, and there were baby sand tornadoes everywhere. Sand flew in our mouths, noses, hair, and ears. You get sand in your mouth, fine, spit it out. You get sand in your hair, fine, shake it out. But you get sand in your ears, and there is nothing you can do. It just sticks there. It also goes in all those little wrinkly crevices that your pointless ear has, and you must spend the rest of the day with your finger in your ear trying to get all the sand out.
I certainly hope natural selection is working on this ear situation.
And just think, I had to go all the way to Egypt to have this amazing revelation.
Arabic Phrase O’ the Day:
Can you really focus on the Arabic Phrase O’ the Day when you are still thinking about how delicious Diet Coke is?
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
in your head, pumpkin pie, zombie.
I still have no internet in my apartment. Thus, I am biding my time by reading the complete and unabridged version of "The Count of Monte Cristo." A quick, 4 month read. No problem, Egypt.
And now for what you have all been waiting for...
A Quick Recap of My Experience at the Egyptian Opera: a Story in One Act.
Becky and I got all gussied up in our opera best, and we headed off on the metro to the opera house. We were extremely excited to be going, for it was the first opera that either of us had been to. When we got there, we found our seats (hello, nosebleed section) and sat down, hands trembling in anticipation. The lights dimmed, the curtains rose, fat people came on the stage, and we were off on a magical adventure! A magical, Italian-singing adventure. We had studied the plot of the opera so that we might have some chance of understanding what was going on. At one point, the singer at hand sang the word "Buongiorno," and Becky and I looked at each other and whispered "Buongiorno!" because it was the one thing we understood. Unfortunately, the opera was supposed to run from 8pm to 10pm, and at 10 pm it was only halfway over. Becky and I had school the next day, so we had to leave at that point. But at least if someone asks me if I have ever been to the opera, I can reply with a resounding "Yes, half of one."
Arabic Phrase O' the Day:
akhooya
(my brother)
And now for what you have all been waiting for...
A Quick Recap of My Experience at the Egyptian Opera: a Story in One Act.
Becky and I got all gussied up in our opera best, and we headed off on the metro to the opera house. We were extremely excited to be going, for it was the first opera that either of us had been to. When we got there, we found our seats (hello, nosebleed section) and sat down, hands trembling in anticipation. The lights dimmed, the curtains rose, fat people came on the stage, and we were off on a magical adventure! A magical, Italian-singing adventure. We had studied the plot of the opera so that we might have some chance of understanding what was going on. At one point, the singer at hand sang the word "Buongiorno," and Becky and I looked at each other and whispered "Buongiorno!" because it was the one thing we understood. Unfortunately, the opera was supposed to run from 8pm to 10pm, and at 10 pm it was only halfway over. Becky and I had school the next day, so we had to leave at that point. But at least if someone asks me if I have ever been to the opera, I can reply with a resounding "Yes, half of one."
Arabic Phrase O' the Day:
akhooya
(my brother)
Friday, January 22, 2010
i am 100% positive i did not finish my muffin.
A Poem
by Elizabeth Anne Overby
by Elizabeth Anne Overby
Hello again, I send you greetings!
Today I hope you enjoy your readings.
There are some things I forgot to mention:
Don't forget to collect your pension.
That is not all, be still your hearts!
-for this tale will be in three parts.
The first is a story of love and anguish.
So do read on fore you get a pang-uish.
I have a love of which you are all aware:
My love for Dolly cannot compare.
Each year I throw a celebratory soiree
--some of you may call it an amazing par-tay--
to applaud her voice and laud her birth,
not to mention her incredible girth.
This year, however, we allowed another
to join the bash as a sort-of brother.
Elvis, too, had his birth to rejoice!
And so we did, all with one voice!
Elvis and Dolly, Dolly and Elvis,
sing a song and move your pelvis.
We had friends come from far and near
to celebrate these ones we hold so dear.
An excellent night was had by all...
...adieu until next January decides to call.
Part two of the tale is a simple update--
No tragedy, no romance, no love, no hate.
Once again, the three foreign girls have moved,
and into their new apartment they have grooved.
Still in Maadi they all reside.
A Cinnabon they are beside.
Soon it will be Valentine's Day, and as I am sure
your adoration of me will soon outpour.
Please do not send any cards or presents
or any glass bells with hidden pheasants.
I take that back, send me a pheasant, yes.
But please send it to my new address.
This address can be found below
so you can drop in and say hello.
And now the third and final section;
the one for which you have the most affection.
The one you think about as you dream,
The one that gives each day a gleam.
In your pocket, you probably carry it.
If it's so, then why don't you marry it?
If you were here, you would read C-B-A,
It's time for the Arabic Phrase O' the Day!
And if you say "Yes!" instead of "Boo!",
then here is a gift: I give you two!
boom boom poo
(boom boom pow, as pronounced by my students)
bowel
(bowl, as pronounced by my students)
Road 9, Building 67, Flat 11
Maadi, Cairo, Egypt
Today I hope you enjoy your readings.
There are some things I forgot to mention:
Don't forget to collect your pension.
That is not all, be still your hearts!
-for this tale will be in three parts.
The first is a story of love and anguish.
So do read on fore you get a pang-uish.
I have a love of which you are all aware:
My love for Dolly cannot compare.
Each year I throw a celebratory soiree
--some of you may call it an amazing par-tay--
to applaud her voice and laud her birth,
not to mention her incredible girth.
This year, however, we allowed another
to join the bash as a sort-of brother.
Elvis, too, had his birth to rejoice!
And so we did, all with one voice!
Elvis and Dolly, Dolly and Elvis,
sing a song and move your pelvis.
We had friends come from far and near
to celebrate these ones we hold so dear.
An excellent night was had by all...
...adieu until next January decides to call.
Part two of the tale is a simple update--
No tragedy, no romance, no love, no hate.
Once again, the three foreign girls have moved,
and into their new apartment they have grooved.
Still in Maadi they all reside.
A Cinnabon they are beside.
Soon it will be Valentine's Day, and as I am sure
your adoration of me will soon outpour.
Please do not send any cards or presents
or any glass bells with hidden pheasants.
I take that back, send me a pheasant, yes.
But please send it to my new address.
This address can be found below
so you can drop in and say hello.
And now the third and final section;
the one for which you have the most affection.
The one you think about as you dream,
The one that gives each day a gleam.
In your pocket, you probably carry it.
If it's so, then why don't you marry it?
If you were here, you would read C-B-A,
It's time for the Arabic Phrase O' the Day!
And if you say "Yes!" instead of "Boo!",
then here is a gift: I give you two!
boom boom poo
(boom boom pow, as pronounced by my students)
bowel
(bowl, as pronounced by my students)
Road 9, Building 67, Flat 11
Maadi, Cairo, Egypt
Sunday, January 17, 2010
a myriad of wonderful things.
Hello friends + family + admirers,
I have a lot to say, so this will be A-yo King Tut, is that you?: Lightning Round. Buckle up and put on your 3-D glasses!
New Years: I went to Dahab, a city on the peninsula that is very lovely. We went 4-wheeling around the desert, which I was kind of scared to do. Becky and I asked if we could share a bike, and the guy said no because that was for old people. We did it anyway, and ended up looking like Dumb and Dumber with our helmets (Becky is Dumber). Then we went spent New Year's Eve snorkeling, which was amazing. Except for that I learned that I do NOT like things like sea urchins and sea cucumbers and long fish that look like eels. Dahab is famous for its snorkeling, and I can see why. It was gorgeous. Also, a day of snorkeling in Dahab (taxis and gear included) costs 20 L.E. each...or less than $4.00. h'Allah!!!!!!!
Fun story about a kid at school: One of the British teachers was in our bus to go home. One of her kids walked by the bus. She calls out to him, "Ahmed! Study!" His answer? "Insha'Allah." Amen, brother.
Second coming of the crotchless Santa pants: January 7 was Coptic Christmas. Someone at Becky's church gave her a ham, so we all ate it like it was our job. This was my first pork product since I came here, so that was exciting. Never did I think there would be a time when I would be excited about pork (except for honey-baked ham time at Christmas!). Then I put on my Santa suit and we all played putt-putt in Jesse and Niall's apartment. Obviously.
Hey, ask me to do something with you tonight. Oh sorry, I can't. I will be attending the Egyptian Opera. That's right. I will not understand a word because it will either be in Arabic or Italian, but I am sure it will be wonderful. It reminds me of this one time I was at home alone with Michael and I sang in my best operatic voice for as long and as high as possible. When I quit singing, I had given myself a headache. Michael just laughed at me.
Speaking of Michael, here is yet another good story about my class. I will tell stories about my family and friends in my class, and they all know that my brother's name is Michael. I will also use his name when we are writing sentences and such. This is what happens EVERY TIME:
Miss: (writes "My brother Michael and I went to the store." on the board.)
A child in class--you can pick which one because it doesn't matter: Michael, your brother?
Miss: Yes, Michael my brother.
Another child in class: Michael Jackson?
Miss: Yes, Michael Jackson.
Yet another child in class: Michael Jackson is your brother?
Miss: Yes, Michael Jackson is my brother.
Students: (laughlaughlaugh)
Miss: Okay, now let's go over this. "My brother Michael and I went to the store."
Child in class: Michael Jackson!
Miss: Okay, "My brother Michael Jackson and I went to the store."
Still another child in class: Michael Jackson is dead.
This happens at least once a week.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day!!
edenee talat samaket.
(give me three fish)
I have a lot to say, so this will be A-yo King Tut, is that you?: Lightning Round. Buckle up and put on your 3-D glasses!
New Years: I went to Dahab, a city on the peninsula that is very lovely. We went 4-wheeling around the desert, which I was kind of scared to do. Becky and I asked if we could share a bike, and the guy said no because that was for old people. We did it anyway, and ended up looking like Dumb and Dumber with our helmets (Becky is Dumber). Then we went spent New Year's Eve snorkeling, which was amazing. Except for that I learned that I do NOT like things like sea urchins and sea cucumbers and long fish that look like eels. Dahab is famous for its snorkeling, and I can see why. It was gorgeous. Also, a day of snorkeling in Dahab (taxis and gear included) costs 20 L.E. each...or less than $4.00. h'Allah!!!!!!!
Fun story about a kid at school: One of the British teachers was in our bus to go home. One of her kids walked by the bus. She calls out to him, "Ahmed! Study!" His answer? "Insha'Allah." Amen, brother.
Second coming of the crotchless Santa pants: January 7 was Coptic Christmas. Someone at Becky's church gave her a ham, so we all ate it like it was our job. This was my first pork product since I came here, so that was exciting. Never did I think there would be a time when I would be excited about pork (except for honey-baked ham time at Christmas!). Then I put on my Santa suit and we all played putt-putt in Jesse and Niall's apartment. Obviously.
Hey, ask me to do something with you tonight. Oh sorry, I can't. I will be attending the Egyptian Opera. That's right. I will not understand a word because it will either be in Arabic or Italian, but I am sure it will be wonderful. It reminds me of this one time I was at home alone with Michael and I sang in my best operatic voice for as long and as high as possible. When I quit singing, I had given myself a headache. Michael just laughed at me.
Speaking of Michael, here is yet another good story about my class. I will tell stories about my family and friends in my class, and they all know that my brother's name is Michael. I will also use his name when we are writing sentences and such. This is what happens EVERY TIME:
Miss: (writes "My brother Michael and I went to the store." on the board.)
A child in class--you can pick which one because it doesn't matter: Michael, your brother?
Miss: Yes, Michael my brother.
Another child in class: Michael Jackson?
Miss: Yes, Michael Jackson.
Yet another child in class: Michael Jackson is your brother?
Miss: Yes, Michael Jackson is my brother.
Students: (laughlaughlaugh)
Miss: Okay, now let's go over this. "My brother Michael and I went to the store."
Child in class: Michael Jackson!
Miss: Okay, "My brother Michael Jackson and I went to the store."
Still another child in class: Michael Jackson is dead.
This happens at least once a week.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day!!
edenee talat samaket.
(give me three fish)
Friday, January 08, 2010
ah, to be the internet in egypt.
The internet has decided to take a vacation here in Egypt. I am highly jealous of the Egypt Wide Web. Once I get internet up and running again, I will fill you all in on my recent adventures, but for right now I am borrowing internet from a friend and I only have eww.afewminutes/getoverit.org.
I know you all have been sitting in your dark rooms with the curtains drawn shut, comforting yourselves by watching Titanic on video rotation. I apologize for being MIA (missing in action, not the singer), but I suggest you switch your movie to Little Women now because I don't have time to tell you everything at this moment.
Here is a short list of things you can look forward to upon my return to the e-world:
1. A trip to Dahab, a city on the Egyptian peninsula, for New Year's.
2. A snorkeling adventure on New Year's Eve.
3. A funny story about one of my students.
and
4. The second coming of the crotchless Santa pants.
My friends Niall and Andi are from Scotland, and so in an ironic twist of fate, they speak with a Scottish accent. I have decided that I would just start repeating things they say so that I can also have an accent. Apparently, this makes me sound like a robot.
Scottish Phrase O' the Day:
i canny be bothered to...
(i don't really feel like...)
I know you all have been sitting in your dark rooms with the curtains drawn shut, comforting yourselves by watching Titanic on video rotation. I apologize for being MIA (missing in action, not the singer), but I suggest you switch your movie to Little Women now because I don't have time to tell you everything at this moment.
Here is a short list of things you can look forward to upon my return to the e-world:
1. A trip to Dahab, a city on the Egyptian peninsula, for New Year's.
2. A snorkeling adventure on New Year's Eve.
3. A funny story about one of my students.
and
4. The second coming of the crotchless Santa pants.
My friends Niall and Andi are from Scotland, and so in an ironic twist of fate, they speak with a Scottish accent. I have decided that I would just start repeating things they say so that I can also have an accent. Apparently, this makes me sound like a robot.
Scottish Phrase O' the Day:
i canny be bothered to...
(i don't really feel like...)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
IT SNOWED IN EGYPT!!!
No, it didn't. I lied. That was a trap to get your undivided attention.
Christmas in Egypt is like having People Like Me watch Lord of the Rings. You try to do it because it is what everyone else is doing, but you don't really understand it. All the shops in Egypt put out their classiest iridescently shiny garland and their creepiest Santas in celebration. However, I am pretty sure that if they thought about the fact that they were supporting a holiday in which Jesus was born in that-country-not-to-be-named, then all of those things would not have seen the light of day.
Either way, my Christmas was lovely. I slept in, then rolled around all day until it was time to go grocery shopping. Becky and I made Christmas dinner for our friends Jesse and Jabrin.
We made Italian Chicken, cheese and garlic mashed potatoes (not the same as when Aunt Celia makes them), sauteed zucchiniandothervegetables, homemade macaroni and cheese, and homemade Pepsi. Here is a picture of our dinner:
Then Santa came!!
He put presents under the tree:
He hung the stockings with care:
He had a belly like a bowlful of jelly:
I found this Santa suit for 28 L.E. (approximately $5.50), and I obviously had to get it. Beard included! Unfortunately for me, the pants have already ripped in the crotchal region. Who knew that a pair of felt pants would rip once you started wearing them like sweatpants?
I must be honest. Becky was actually the one who put the presents under the tree. She gave Jabrin and Jesse a Rubix Cube. Sometimes I like to call Becky "Miss Rubix Cube" because she is so amazing at it.*** So the three of them sat down and played Rubix Cube, and they did not care that Santa was in the room with them. So obviously, I decided that I would blow bubbles while they played. You can see below how interested they were in the bubbles:
Not at all.
We then started to watch "A Christmas Story," but we all started falling asleep so we called it A Day.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day:
mary karasmas
(merry christmas, as spelled to me by one of my students)
***I have never called Becky that name.
Christmas in Egypt is like having People Like Me watch Lord of the Rings. You try to do it because it is what everyone else is doing, but you don't really understand it. All the shops in Egypt put out their classiest iridescently shiny garland and their creepiest Santas in celebration. However, I am pretty sure that if they thought about the fact that they were supporting a holiday in which Jesus was born in that-country-not-to-be-named, then all of those things would not have seen the light of day.
Either way, my Christmas was lovely. I slept in, then rolled around all day until it was time to go grocery shopping. Becky and I made Christmas dinner for our friends Jesse and Jabrin.
We made Italian Chicken, cheese and garlic mashed potatoes (not the same as when Aunt Celia makes them), sauteed zucchiniandothervegetables, homemade macaroni and cheese, and homemade Pepsi. Here is a picture of our dinner:
Then Santa came!!
He put presents under the tree:
He hung the stockings with care:
He had a belly like a bowlful of jelly:
I found this Santa suit for 28 L.E. (approximately $5.50), and I obviously had to get it. Beard included! Unfortunately for me, the pants have already ripped in the crotchal region. Who knew that a pair of felt pants would rip once you started wearing them like sweatpants?
I must be honest. Becky was actually the one who put the presents under the tree. She gave Jabrin and Jesse a Rubix Cube. Sometimes I like to call Becky "Miss Rubix Cube" because she is so amazing at it.*** So the three of them sat down and played Rubix Cube, and they did not care that Santa was in the room with them. So obviously, I decided that I would blow bubbles while they played. You can see below how interested they were in the bubbles:
Not at all.
We then started to watch "A Christmas Story," but we all started falling asleep so we called it A Day.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day:
mary karasmas
(merry christmas, as spelled to me by one of my students)
***I have never called Becky that name.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
antarctica. antarctica. antarctica.
Well it is 6 days until Christmas. Whaaaaat?? I mean, who even knew it was December? The only reason that I even really know that it is Christmastime is because I saw these teeny tiny fake trees in a shop and I wanted one. So I asked the guy how much they were, and he looked very confused. This was because the baby trees were decoration and not for sale. He told me to hang on a minute, and walked out of the shop. Another man came in, picked up the tree, and handed it to me, saying "Merry Christmas." So now I have a pre-decorated faux babin pine tree that is the size of my head.
School is canceled again. We were in the midst of a school-wide window decorating contest, and it was 10 minutes before school got out for the day. Grade 2 was going ballistic because everyone was in the hall crafting, and I think the glitter and glue got up their noses. Then they came and told us to quit decorating and to make sure our kids had ALL of their books. First, I had to make sure I had ALL of my kids. Then I had about 7 minutes to put 50 pounds of textbooks in 18 backpacks of my students who would not/could not stand still. Lord-a-mercy. So now we are doing online learning, which is fine with me.
It is a little chilly in Egypt. I think the rest of the world is snowing right now, but I get to wear my scarves and cardigans (and we all know about my undying love for scarves and cardigans...or scardigans).
Since I will not be home for Christmas, I wanted to make sure that Santa gets my wishlist because I am not sure that he knows where Egypt is. That's a lie. I saw him hanging from the ceiling of the Citystars Mall the other day. I would say that I need someone to give this to him for me, but I hear that Santa is a big fan of "A-yo King Tut, is that you?: Just an American girl trying to get a piece of the Sphinx" by one Elizabeth Anne Overby.
Dear Santa,
Hello again, I hope you have been great this year. I am sorry no one cares about you 11 months out of the year. I will not be at home for Christmas this year, so please make time to do the following:
1. Watch the movie Elf with my dad (because he wants to be total BFF with Will Ferrell). Also, watch Finding Nemo with my mom, and maybe you will be lucky enough to hear her more than excellent whale voice.
2. Make some Trash with Michael. Make sure that every time you say "Worcestershire sauce", you say it 4 times to make sure at least one of your pronunciations is correct.
3. Tell Nathan to eat those sweet potatoes this year because next year it is all mashed potatoes. If you have a little extra time, help him hand out presents because he is sad that I won't be there to help him this year.
4. Find a way to tell my Grandma and Papa that I love and miss them (and Pepper too).
5. Get all the Coteys together so they can stand in a circle in the kitchen and sing the various instrumental parts of "The clarinet, the clarinet."
and
6. Bring me some Diet Coke, for the love of garlands and poinsettias.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day!
khalas
(finished)
I love the word khalas. You can use it for anything, like if you are done talking to someone. Khalas. I like to use the word khalas 13 times a day, and it never gets old.
School is canceled again. We were in the midst of a school-wide window decorating contest, and it was 10 minutes before school got out for the day. Grade 2 was going ballistic because everyone was in the hall crafting, and I think the glitter and glue got up their noses. Then they came and told us to quit decorating and to make sure our kids had ALL of their books. First, I had to make sure I had ALL of my kids. Then I had about 7 minutes to put 50 pounds of textbooks in 18 backpacks of my students who would not/could not stand still. Lord-a-mercy. So now we are doing online learning, which is fine with me.
It is a little chilly in Egypt. I think the rest of the world is snowing right now, but I get to wear my scarves and cardigans (and we all know about my undying love for scarves and cardigans...or scardigans).
Since I will not be home for Christmas, I wanted to make sure that Santa gets my wishlist because I am not sure that he knows where Egypt is. That's a lie. I saw him hanging from the ceiling of the Citystars Mall the other day. I would say that I need someone to give this to him for me, but I hear that Santa is a big fan of "A-yo King Tut, is that you?: Just an American girl trying to get a piece of the Sphinx" by one Elizabeth Anne Overby.
Dear Santa,
Hello again, I hope you have been great this year. I am sorry no one cares about you 11 months out of the year. I will not be at home for Christmas this year, so please make time to do the following:
1. Watch the movie Elf with my dad (because he wants to be total BFF with Will Ferrell). Also, watch Finding Nemo with my mom, and maybe you will be lucky enough to hear her more than excellent whale voice.
2. Make some Trash with Michael. Make sure that every time you say "Worcestershire sauce", you say it 4 times to make sure at least one of your pronunciations is correct.
3. Tell Nathan to eat those sweet potatoes this year because next year it is all mashed potatoes. If you have a little extra time, help him hand out presents because he is sad that I won't be there to help him this year.
4. Find a way to tell my Grandma and Papa that I love and miss them (and Pepper too).
5. Get all the Coteys together so they can stand in a circle in the kitchen and sing the various instrumental parts of "The clarinet, the clarinet."
and
6. Bring me some Diet Coke, for the love of garlands and poinsettias.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day!
khalas
(finished)
I love the word khalas. You can use it for anything, like if you are done talking to someone. Khalas. I like to use the word khalas 13 times a day, and it never gets old.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
yalla, habibi.
What is the best compliment you have ever received? Mine was the following:
"You should have your own talk show."
Here are the compliments that my kids give me:
"Miss, why don't you have your hair the way you had it yesterday? That looked much prettier."
"Ya Miss, when you kicked the football yesterday, that was funny."
"Why is Miss Becky so much better at football than you?"
"Miss, you have dropped 4 things on the ground today."
My Grade 2 class is, like I have said previously, www.wildlikeatiger.com. They make me more frustrated than any other children I know. However, I also must say that they are truly some of the funniest kids I have ever met. They are hilarious, and I always have a really good story to tell Becky and Chan when we get home.
For instance, I have 3 girls in my class. 2 of them are very quiet and shy. 1 of them was the only girl in this class last year, so she pretty much runs the class. The boys love her. It is her birthday this weekend, and one of my boys brought in a bouquet of flowers for her in his backpack on Thursday. Aaaaaadorable.
Last week, I was in the staff room while my class was with the science teacher. One of my kids came in because he had been kicked out of class for being distracting. He had tears in his eyes, but he was smiling at the same time. I asked what was wrong, and he told me he had been laughing too much in class and got sent to the office. I looked at him, and asked him "Wait, are you laughing or crying right now?" He said very seriously, "A little bit of both." Then he started to really cry because he had gotten in trouble. I still didn't know what had happened, so I asked him what had made him laugh in class." When he thought about what was so funny, his tears immediately turned into uncontrollable laughter. He had tears streaming down his face. I just sat there and laughed with him because what else could I do? I told him to go get some water to calm down, and I could hear him laughing the entire way down the hall.
So there you have it. I do love them, in a "you make me angrier than anyone else I know" kind of way.
And now, in the name of Dolly, someone bring me some cheap Mexican food.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day:
shanab
(moustache)
"You should have your own talk show."
Here are the compliments that my kids give me:
"Miss, why don't you have your hair the way you had it yesterday? That looked much prettier."
"Ya Miss, when you kicked the football yesterday, that was funny."
"Why is Miss Becky so much better at football than you?"
"Miss, you have dropped 4 things on the ground today."
My Grade 2 class is, like I have said previously, www.wildlikeatiger.com. They make me more frustrated than any other children I know. However, I also must say that they are truly some of the funniest kids I have ever met. They are hilarious, and I always have a really good story to tell Becky and Chan when we get home.
For instance, I have 3 girls in my class. 2 of them are very quiet and shy. 1 of them was the only girl in this class last year, so she pretty much runs the class. The boys love her. It is her birthday this weekend, and one of my boys brought in a bouquet of flowers for her in his backpack on Thursday. Aaaaaadorable.
Last week, I was in the staff room while my class was with the science teacher. One of my kids came in because he had been kicked out of class for being distracting. He had tears in his eyes, but he was smiling at the same time. I asked what was wrong, and he told me he had been laughing too much in class and got sent to the office. I looked at him, and asked him "Wait, are you laughing or crying right now?" He said very seriously, "A little bit of both." Then he started to really cry because he had gotten in trouble. I still didn't know what had happened, so I asked him what had made him laugh in class." When he thought about what was so funny, his tears immediately turned into uncontrollable laughter. He had tears streaming down his face. I just sat there and laughed with him because what else could I do? I told him to go get some water to calm down, and I could hear him laughing the entire way down the hall.
So there you have it. I do love them, in a "you make me angrier than anyone else I know" kind of way.
And now, in the name of Dolly, someone bring me some cheap Mexican food.
Arabic Phrase O' the Day:
shanab
(moustache)
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