I experienced a couple of new things this last week. Sushi for one. I’ll let my buddies back in Boulder take a moment to catch their breath. I know you are scratching your head in wonder. What got Brendan to try sushi? We couldn’t get him to eat it, ever. He refused and ate pizza the last time we tried. What brought about this big change? Lets just say some people are a little more persuasive than others. I will also admit that I didn’t like it, but I figured I needed to try the sushi roll because I was in Mexico and you know the old saying, when in Mexico eat Japanese. Or something along those lines.
Month: October 2008
I pooped my pants. Not today, not this last week, and not even while I’ve been in Guatemala, at least not this time. I pooped my pants a couple of years ago while I was skiing in Vail. I was on my way down the mountain and only made it as fare as mid Vail. Some of you know this story. It is pretty funny and has always gotten some good laughs. Well, I decided to share this story to my middle schoolers during chapel. I thought it would be a good ice breaker. I thought this was a good story for them to connect to me with. I mean everyone poops.
In the last couple of months I have become culturally fluent in a couple of areas. One is snapping my fingers together like I am tapping a can of chew. Everyone does this down here, even the women. If you want to fit in around Guatemala you need to learn this action. I don’t mean you need to learn how to chew, but how to snap your fingers. This isn’t a regular snap and to achieve the action you must touch your thumb to your middle finger and whip your hand up and down resulting in a popping sound. I learned how to do this in the seventh grade from a hispanic kid. Who knew I was learning how to be fluent in another culture.
Dia de los ninos!
If you can’t do you teach if you can’t teach you teach PE. You might recognize this quote from the Jack Black movie “School of Rock,” but I’m pretty sure it didn’t originate there. I remember living by this moto in middle school. Even in college if anyone asked me what I wanted to do with my English major I would’ve answered not teaching, I wanted to do. So it comes as big of a shock to me as it probably does to everyone else that I’m teaching in Guatemala, let alone loving it. I think I am loving it because I am connecting with my students and slowly being able to share my faith with them.