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9.25.2007
digging for gold, or, eww, gross
naturally, people who ride bikes are called cyclists and those who ride motorcycles are called bikers.
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9.19.2007
teaching
Chiang Mai Adventist Academy is a boarding school with around 680 students. After asking around, it seems like that number includes the boarding elementary school as well. It's pretty amazing that you can be a boarding student from grade one through grade twelve. I can't imagine leaving home at age 6--good grief!
Mayatom (where I teach) covers grades 7-12 and each class is divided into 3 sections according to grades--section one is the best, section two is mediocre, and section three has the worst students. I often ask myself, "Are they poor students because they are in the third section or are they in the third section because they are poor students?" It doesn't seem right to me, but who knows, maybe it builds character.
There are eight periods every day and I teach between three and five of these periods. Well, I wouldn't say teach exactly. Since I don't speak Thai and I am not a certified teacher, I team teach with other instructors. In some classes, I assist teachers with their activities; these are my favorite because it feels like I am helping students work toward learning something--like I am an important part of a plan. In other classes, I am essentially the teacher. I have to come up with activities that get students involved with using English. That part I can handle. However, making sure that my activities are useful/relevant is difficult. In these classes there is no overarching plan to guide the scholars. I run about like a little dutch boy, trying to stop all the leaks in the dike with my fingers, all the while knowing that I am doing very little.
Either way, it is certainly good practice for going to Bangkok and teaching by myself
This is the week before exams. I am excited to be able to travel a little bit. And plan for my classes as well. Not to mention seeing other SMs. It will be good.
Peas.
9.12.2007
snapshots (to catch you up, dear reader)
We land in Chiang Mai and I breeze through Immigration. Standing in front of the baggage claim belt, I wait. And I wait. Then, I wait some more. I am brought to the realization that my bags are lost somewhere, hopefully on this side of the Pacific. Luckily, I brought a change of clothes. Little do I know (what a great phrase--you would have to see the movie) that the clothes have to last me till Sunday. Today is Thursday.
I look at my watch again. Now it's four am. I lay on my back and sigh. Finally after what seems like an eternity, I fall back asleep.
Awake again. I look at my watch; five-thirty stares back at me. This time I just lay there until the sun comes up. Here there is no sunrise. It's dark and then it's light; I never jump out of bed like the sun. I hear its bad luck.
I guess these are the joys of jetlag. Arrgh! Today is Friday.
As thoughts swirl around my brain, I realize I am edging ever closer to panic. I pray and I tell God exactly what is going on in my mind--as if he already doesn't know. After praying, I fill my ears with The Chronicles of Narnia (thanks, Alan). My troubled mind relaxes as I am drawn into the familiar story of Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. After a time, I fall asleep. Praise the Lord. Today is Sabbath.
He uses me as an object lesson in his sermon. he talked about leaning on someone more powerful than him as an analogy for leaning on Jesus. He invited me to the front and leaned on me. It spoke powerfully to my heart. Such a simple idea, but lifesaving in practice--especially for an SM who is slightly overwhelmed and a little homesick.
อาหารไทยอร่อยมากครับ
I practice this phrase in Thai. I live this phrase in Thai
9.05.2007
oh, to be 5'3" again, or, are we there yet?
Shoot, I had an entire post composed, and then my blogging client crashed, tossing the whole thing into some digital void. Arrgh!! I will try to remember the highlights.
I have been traveling for twenty-five hours. Eighteen of those hours in planes of varying degrees of spaciousness. Particularly the last flight from Seattle, thirteen hours and the least space of all. Unlike my fellow passengers, I was the only one with my knees jammed into the seatback in front of me. Oh, to be 5'3" again! Regardless of cramped conditions, I am excited to be on an adventure. And excited to already be in a place where I can't understand the language; Taipei is foggy and humid, although that may stem from the fact that I am enjoying free internet alongside a steamy noodle shop. (And by steamy, I don't mean risqué--gosh!)
In fact, I may go find myself a little something to eat. Maybe from the steamy noodle shop, who knows?
One flight left to go. Are we there yet? Nope. Patience, grasshopper, patience.
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