Saturday, September 29, 2007
Weight lost in past week: somewhere between 1/2 and 1 pound.
Consequence: I now fit into most pre-pregnancy clothes (sort of. 5 lbs to go before really fitting, 15 lbs to go before looking really fabulous). Thus, I spent most of today packing away pregnancy clothes and unpacking regular clothes.
I think so. I'm unwilling to suggest any correlation. It is likely that this just is the time when pounds start peeling off again regardless. Or, perhaps it was just a fluke of the scale.
Time left until I can eat refined sugar again: 3.5 weeks
Wish me luck!
Friday, September 28, 2007
"No, not 'Mistress,' 'Misses,' " I corrected.
Seeing the opportunity for a teachable moment, I had the teen lad go look up what mistress meant. Unfortunately for me, the vast majority of dictionaries in our room are children's dictionaries.
"So, it's like the person who is in charge of a household?"
I took the children's dictionary from him. Shoot. I forgot that meaning. No, too tame.
"Go look in the ADULT dictionary," I instructed him. I figured he ought to know what the connotation was and what a faux pas the statement could be. After all, the next Mrs. might not be so understanding.
He looked. His eyes widened, "OHHHH!!!" And then "So it's like a" [mouths quietly] "prostitute?"
Sort of. Hm... how could I explain it? "Yes, only usually just one man. And not necessarily paid."
(Ah... had the principal walked in at that moment...)
I found out later his confusion was in the abbreviation. If we abbreviate "Mrs" then the word MUST have an "r" in it somewhere, right? Ergo, "mistress."
Hm... I can see where he's coming from. I've never really understood where the R came from either.
Labels: L's Job
I told the counselor he should probably have the student fill out a home language survey. (The first step in determining if a student might be eligible for English as a SECOND language. Basically, it asks you what language(s) you speak at home. Pretty simple.)
A couple days later the student waived to me in the hall, "Not going to be in your class!"
Nope. Didn't think so.
So, the moral of this tale: not all immigrants need to learn English. And there are countries other than the US, UK and Australia that speak English!
Labels: L's Job
Monday, September 10, 2007
This little friend joined my side on Christmas Day 2002 just before I headed to Oxford for a semester abroad. It brought me through many an oxford essay, an internship research project in Atlanta, two semesters of college assignments at Bethel, two years of economics graduate school research, countless hours of web browsing and emails, and more video games than I care to remember.
A little over a year ago, it then passed to my beautiful wife, who treated it well and planned many hours of teaching on it. It plugged away for her until a few weeks ago, when the whirring sound turned to a clicking sound, accompanied by the unencouraging message "Operating System Not Found." It did not take long to figure out that the operating system was gone because the hard drive was gone.Adam Smith R.I.P.
Since L needed a computer, we purchased a new one for her. This one is named Cyril, which will not exactly fit the theme (my current computer is named John Maynard Keynes, and our wireless network is Milton Friedman), but that's what happens when you let your wife choose the name. Cyril is a much nicer new computer, you can see a picture to the left.
Bonus points for anyone who knows who her computer is named after. Those who have known L well for a while should know. If you don't recognize any of the other names we need to have a little chat.
He should serve L well. Welcome to the family Cyril. Goodbye Adam Smith.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
AHH!!!! It's a long weekend! Time to do some of my favorite things. Like smile at people....
Eat REALLY REALLY yummy peaches. (MMM... Mom would take this peach away from me, and I'd lunge toward it, that's how much I loved it!!! SOOO sweet!)
And learn to cook! FINALLY!
Saturday, September 01, 2007
And I only have nine students. I am not listing their stats off so that you feel sorry for me, I don't see any of these kids as "tough kids." I've taught them for a week and there are two that are less than enthusiastic about work, but never rude. This is not beyond what I can do. I list off these stats so you can understand how much my heart aches when I say -- One week and I really like so many of them. Especially the auto mechanic and the one with the secret. Unconsciously many prayers have seeped from my heart.
"What if I stumble, what if I fall? What if I loose my step and I make fools of us all? Will the love continue, when the walk becomes a crawl... what if I stumble?"
I wonder if, when I'm done, these kids will really have any idea of how powerful love, hope, and the creator of both really is. And the Creator of both must come in to play. I don't have the strength to love these kids as much as I want to on my own. I am not good enough to alone show them Goodness, and the power therein.
I want to do my job better than anyone before me has.
And I am irate that the books I ordered in July, the first week of the fiscal year, (so that they'd be here by mid August, are NOT HERE YET. I have lesson plans, but no materials for my intermediate students. And I don't know when they'll be here. And even if they do come, I didn't order enough books.
I'm losing hair.