The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them. (George Bernard Shaw)
The news is that I just got invited to my very first ever ball!! I know this makes me look completely retarded, but I am really excited. One of my co-workers got two free tickets to some ball (I don't even know what it's being held for, nor do I really care) and she invited me to go with her. So now I have to find a dress. This is the hard part. I hate to fork out the money for a nice dress, but do I know anyone I could borrow a dress from. . . no. Whatever, it will all fall into place.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
After 4 hours in a coffee shop. . .
Last night I left my cell group early and went to Costa Coffee to do some studying/writing for my certification (and to avoid the latest creepy, weird guy in my life). Esther was going to meet me there after her cell group, but I was there on my own for about 2 1/2 hours. I got work done for the certification, and after I reached the goal for my studying I put the school work down and wrote some poetry. I got three poems to a rough draft stage. I am now inspired to by a nice notebook/scrapbook and put in pictures of Egypt as well as poems and songs written from my Egypt experience.
Here's one that is the closest to being done.
Here's one that is the closest to being done.
When Goodbye is Easy
When goodbye is easy, we didn't talk much
Our laughter and tears were never real (as such).
When goodbye is easy, we donned fake smiles,
Then forced the conversation for awhile.
When goodbye is easy, we seldom took the time
To make a call or drop a line.
When goodbye is easy, the truth wore a mask,
Protecting facades made the gap vast.
When goodbye is easy there was so much we never knew.
When goodbye is easy, it's not with you.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Daily Affirmation
Kids can be so affirming sometimes, especially when you pour all your hard work into them day after day and they say things like this. . .
Student: Miss Lee, of all the teachers at this school I like you the least.
Me: That is a horrible thing to say to somebody.
Student: Well, I still like you.
Student: Miss Lee, of all the teachers at this school I like you the least.
Me: That is a horrible thing to say to somebody.
Student: Well, I still like you.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Quote Board
I our house we have a quote board. If anyone says anything incredibly funny or stupid, we write it down. Here are some things on our quote board.
I really think if we could get rid of all the guys it would be perfect.
Revo
I don't like mixing with people of different cultures sometimes.
Anonymous
Esther, let me see your butt (long pause) oh.
Dottie
Hello wrist or elbow. . . which ever joint you are.
Sara
That's because you are an idiot. Shut up or I'm not going to teach you how to read.
Don Miller (okay this one came from a book)
Everyone has their own ideas of what they want and unfortunately they don't consult us.
Dottie
I dabble in classiness.
Sara
This is my job-I'm a nut eater.
Dottie
It is like watching your teddy bear smoke.
Sara
I kinda get what Freud's saying-blood rushing to that part of your body.
Dottie
Savanna, whose panties are you wearing?
Mr. Kelvin's.
Savanna and her mom (Savanna is one of my student's, Kelvin is one of the administrators at my school)
I can do this cool trick where my eyes are really open but they look shut. . . it's called being Korean.
Mina
This post is in honor of Sara, who is going back to the States tonight! Esther and I will miss you, Sara!!!!!
I really think if we could get rid of all the guys it would be perfect.
Revo
I don't like mixing with people of different cultures sometimes.
Anonymous
Esther, let me see your butt (long pause) oh.
Dottie
Hello wrist or elbow. . . which ever joint you are.
Sara
That's because you are an idiot. Shut up or I'm not going to teach you how to read.
Don Miller (okay this one came from a book)
Everyone has their own ideas of what they want and unfortunately they don't consult us.
Dottie
I dabble in classiness.
Sara
This is my job-I'm a nut eater.
Dottie
It is like watching your teddy bear smoke.
Sara
I kinda get what Freud's saying-blood rushing to that part of your body.
Dottie
Savanna, whose panties are you wearing?
Mr. Kelvin's.
Savanna and her mom (Savanna is one of my student's, Kelvin is one of the administrators at my school)
I can do this cool trick where my eyes are really open but they look shut. . . it's called being Korean.
Mina
This post is in honor of Sara, who is going back to the States tonight! Esther and I will miss you, Sara!!!!!
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Stolen From Robin's Blog
Your results:
You are Deanna Troi
You are Deanna Troi
| You are a caring and loving individual. You understand people's emotions and you are able to comfort and counsel them. |
Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
For those of you who have forgotten the true meaning of St. Patty's Day, one of my students can give you a reminder of what it's really all about.
Me: Do any of you remember why people celebrate St. Patrick's Day?
Student: Yes, because St. Patrick was the very first mercenary to be sent to Ireland.
I went yesterday to see The Pink Panther. Steve Martin is hilarious. I loved it, but I felt like I am somehow becoming my dad. He would totally love that movie.
My roommate Sara moves back to the states in a week. I confess I will feel a little lost here without her. This may sound strange to say about Sara because she is one very emotional person, but she is like a rock for me here in Egypt. I can always count on her for support, for a laugh, for sympathy, for anything. I'm gonna miss her like crazy. Fortunately, this is not a permanent good-bye. We are like family, it will take alot more than moving to CA for her to escape me.
Me: Do any of you remember why people celebrate St. Patrick's Day?
Student: Yes, because St. Patrick was the very first mercenary to be sent to Ireland.
I went yesterday to see The Pink Panther. Steve Martin is hilarious. I loved it, but I felt like I am somehow becoming my dad. He would totally love that movie.
My roommate Sara moves back to the states in a week. I confess I will feel a little lost here without her. This may sound strange to say about Sara because she is one very emotional person, but she is like a rock for me here in Egypt. I can always count on her for support, for a laugh, for sympathy, for anything. I'm gonna miss her like crazy. Fortunately, this is not a permanent good-bye. We are like family, it will take alot more than moving to CA for her to escape me.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Dinner at Bill and Beryl's
Bill and Beryl are two of my favorite people in Egypt. They are a lovely couple who fed a real meal to three girls who mostly live off things that are heated in a microwave. When I leave Egypt I will genuinely be able to say that I am a better person because of knowing and interacting with this amazing duo. If I ever get married, I hope that my marraige looks something like theirs.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Another Game of Tag
This is a tag from Rita's blog.
3 Things You Wish For (just for you)
1. Perfect vision
2. Money Management skills
3. The ability to say no to people.
3 Things You Would Do To/For Yourself If There Was No One To Judge You
1. Berp out loud in public. . . I mean more than I do already
2. Never force myself to engage in small talk when I just don't feel up to it.
3. ?????? I don't know??????
3 Bad Habits You Have:
1. Procrastination
2. Starting things and then not seeing them through to completion.
3. Obsessing over unimportant things and neglecting things that really are truly important.
3 Insecurities You Feel
1. My Flabby tummy
2. My musical abilities or should I say inabilities.
3. ??????? I don't know??????
3 Talents/Skills You Wish You Had:
These are in addition to the aforementioned money manegment skills and the ability to say no to people.
1. I wish I was proficient on the piano.
2. I wish I could speak arabic fluently.
3. I wish I was a master at classroom management.
3 Things That You Would Do If You Had More Time
1. Figure out what the deal is with getting pictures on my blog.
2. Go out with a friend for coffee and talk about life on a regular basis
3. Practice guitar more often
3 Things That Bring You Peace/Relaxation:
I have to do 4 for this one
1. Dahab
2. music
3. hugs
4. Solitude
3 Things That Spark Your Creativity:
1. Heartbreak
2. Observing the creativity of others.
3. Looking inside myself.
This time I tag Pete.
3 Things You Wish For (just for you)
1. Perfect vision
2. Money Management skills
3. The ability to say no to people.
3 Things You Would Do To/For Yourself If There Was No One To Judge You
1. Berp out loud in public. . . I mean more than I do already
2. Never force myself to engage in small talk when I just don't feel up to it.
3. ?????? I don't know??????
3 Bad Habits You Have:
1. Procrastination
2. Starting things and then not seeing them through to completion.
3. Obsessing over unimportant things and neglecting things that really are truly important.
3 Insecurities You Feel
1. My Flabby tummy
2. My musical abilities or should I say inabilities.
3. ??????? I don't know??????
3 Talents/Skills You Wish You Had:
These are in addition to the aforementioned money manegment skills and the ability to say no to people.
1. I wish I was proficient on the piano.
2. I wish I could speak arabic fluently.
3. I wish I was a master at classroom management.
3 Things That You Would Do If You Had More Time
1. Figure out what the deal is with getting pictures on my blog.
2. Go out with a friend for coffee and talk about life on a regular basis
3. Practice guitar more often
3 Things That Bring You Peace/Relaxation:
I have to do 4 for this one
1. Dahab
2. music
3. hugs
4. Solitude
3 Things That Spark Your Creativity:
1. Heartbreak
2. Observing the creativity of others.
3. Looking inside myself.
This time I tag Pete.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words (and saliva) will never hurt me.
I have been able to handle rude comments and the occassions when people spit at me fairly well. I have my discman to tune out comments most of the time. And I don't know why but the spitting barely upsets me when it happens. I don't think that it is ok for people to do that, but I can come up with reasons in my head as to why they might think it's ok to do that or how to them maybe I represent a group of people or way of life that they hate and have no respect for, to say the least . . . if that makes any sense at all. But yesterday I met my limit. Walking home from school, I passed a group of boys from about age 11-14 I would guess. They didn't say anything to me, rude, nice, or annoying. I passed them and a nice sized rock was thrown in my direction. It didn't hit me, but was obviously thrown at me. I told myself to keep walking, maybe it wasn't thrown at me, maybe it was a accident. Then a rock hits me in the back of my leg. Anger. Rage. Fury. I froze for a moment deciding whether or not it was a good idea to pick up the rock and throw it back at the kid. I did control that urge. Instead I turned around and glared at the group of boys. The group ratted out one of the boys, accusingly pointing fingers at the guilty party. I yelled at him. He didn't understand a word of English, but it felt good.
I feel like my honeymoon period with Egypt is officially over.
I have been able to handle rude comments and the occassions when people spit at me fairly well. I have my discman to tune out comments most of the time. And I don't know why but the spitting barely upsets me when it happens. I don't think that it is ok for people to do that, but I can come up with reasons in my head as to why they might think it's ok to do that or how to them maybe I represent a group of people or way of life that they hate and have no respect for, to say the least . . . if that makes any sense at all. But yesterday I met my limit. Walking home from school, I passed a group of boys from about age 11-14 I would guess. They didn't say anything to me, rude, nice, or annoying. I passed them and a nice sized rock was thrown in my direction. It didn't hit me, but was obviously thrown at me. I told myself to keep walking, maybe it wasn't thrown at me, maybe it was a accident. Then a rock hits me in the back of my leg. Anger. Rage. Fury. I froze for a moment deciding whether or not it was a good idea to pick up the rock and throw it back at the kid. I did control that urge. Instead I turned around and glared at the group of boys. The group ratted out one of the boys, accusingly pointing fingers at the guilty party. I yelled at him. He didn't understand a word of English, but it felt good.
I feel like my honeymoon period with Egypt is officially over.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Back in Heaven
I have returned to my paradise by the sea. Dahab is as lovely as ever. I went diving with Sara today. Diving is amazing, it's relaxing, and it clears your sinuses out. We have a great dive guide this time. His name was Bob and he's Dutch. He was funny and you could tell he really enjoyed his life and job here in Dahab. Anyhow, we are going diving again tomorrow. Yay! Before I leave Egypt I want to get my Advanced certification for diving. I think I'll spend a few weeks of the summer here before I leave. I think I'd like to come by myself. Just good quality me and Dahab time. This is my favorite place in the world.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Stolen from Pete's Blog
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