Random man: “Hey! Aren’t you that one girl from Sex and the City? I saw you on TV the other night!”
Mom: Well, he isn’t talking about me.
Black woman*: I know he isn’t talking about me.
Me: (nervously) What is Sex and the City?
Mom: Well, he isn’t talking about me.
Black woman*: I know he isn’t talking about me.
Me: (nervously) What is Sex and the City?

Principal: Who would you say are your missionary heroes?
Me: I have always enjoyed the story of Bruchko.
Principal: Oh yes, I have read that! What about the story did you like?
Me: (rambling nervously) I always looked up to how he was willing to do something that was extremely uncomfortable for him because it was what God wanted him to do plus there is that part about the tape worm that is pretty cool. What am I thinking! Why did I bring up the part about tapeworms!
Principal: Huh?
Me: Oh, I was just remembering a part of the story - it isn't important.
Principal: No really, which part was that?
Me: OH NO he won't let me off! Well, there was a gruesome story in the book about the tape worm which Bruce decides to cure his hunger with...
After the interview I was thinking: I am so not getting the job!
Well, I just got a phone call and found out they want me anyway!
The school seems like a perfect fit for me as I want to live and get involved in a Spanish-speaking community, work with students and parents of students who have never opened a Bible before, and work with a school that would support my teaching of art!
Look forward to future posts about Peru life - hopefully none involving tape-worms.
Here is a photo of Miraflores - the most upscale district of Lima and the district in which the school is located. I hear that there is a Starbucks there too - one close to the school.
Hogwarts High School Website. (2007). Retrieved March 15, 2008, from http://www.hogwartshighschool.org/usd666.com
I do not get to know which WSU professor gets to grade it, but I do get to know that they will be delightfully surprised.
Oh yes, above is a photo I took of a typical day student teaching in Mr. Snape's drawing and painting class.
Me: Hm.. You need to weave your basket tighter, Jasmine
Keadrian: Look at how tight my basket is Miss Page.
Me: Wow, your basket is crazy tight!
(all the black kids laugh at me again)
Jasmine: She say yo basket is “craayzee tight” Keadron.
Latisha: Yeah, she one of us now.
Dale: What CD do you want me to put in Me: Lets try one of the hymn CD’s.
(Dale puts in a CD – music plays)
Me: This is awful, the men are singing all preppy.
Mom: Yeah, like they're in some high school boy's glee club.
Dad: It’s better than the urban yodeler hymn CD’s you guys have been listening to.
He has a point. If anyone ever finds a hymn CD that doesn't have the problems we found above, let us know.
So anyway, mom and I thought we were very wise in rearranging things.
After this, Paul came home with an old K-State friend who, it turns out, claimed he had "already moved around the furniture." Oops.
Root Canal Part II will make it’s premiere March 6th. We shall see if Dr. Meyers is able to pull the operation out of the hole it has drilled itself into.
Dale: No but it still tastes good.
Dale: But we have to go to Lynette’s right now!
7:20 Monday –at Lynette’s Apartment
Dale: (Looks at
Dale: Did you turn off the oven?
*not really - I do not have feelings
This is a picture of an image on one of the larger windows of the house that Dale and I are sitting for a few weeks. The owners of the house told us before they left that one day they found the imprint on their window after some poor bird slammed into it. Although the picture doesn't show it, you can actually see its little talons, one of its beady eyes, and even individual feathers.
The Web Site’s Description:
“Cocoon is a place to find shelter in extreme conditions and environments. Hang it off a tree or a cliff face or anywhere you else you need to. Inside, the user is comforted by a warming colours and materials that will ensure they stay warm no matter what the conditions are like outside.”
If I was inside this object, I don’t know if I would feel more comforted or afraid that someone would think it would be funny to do something awful to me while I was in such a vulnerable position. It works for caterpillars, but caterpillars don't make enemies like we humans do.
The Web Site's Description:
"The inner layer of this outfit is equipped with sensors that respond to the changes in the wearer's emotions and project them onto the textile on the outer layer."
There is a place for avant-gardism but sometimes, the world just isn't ready for it.
Aleshia in an excited voice: Can I drive?!
Mexican in an excited voice: Do you want to die?!
Us: I understand.
Mexican: No, all of you just nod and say "I understand, I understand" and then turn to your friends and whisper, "what did he just say?"
(The Mexican was right, we did this A LOT).
Us (to someone who we just met): We are learning a lot of Spanish.
Eddie (to same person): Yes, it is true they are learning how to speak Spanish. And very soon, they will be better than I.
Eddie: “When I grow up, I will become a vampire. I will be called Eddie the Vampire and go all over the world, searching for the best blood. You don't have to worry though, I don't drink the blood of Americans.” (Eddie never was one to hide his prejudice against anything from the USA nor was he one to hide his weirdness).
DARN! Now I want to go back again. Maybe I will...
(Oh dear, I just created a post about a cat! Next thing you know I will only be posting stories about when I took my cat to get his regular checkup and will change my email address to catluver394837@gmail.com!)
All these parties have been relaxing after a difficult semester of college, but I am surprised to find that I am beginning to want a few days just to be productive and work again.
When we were playing kick the bucket at my Aunt Anne’s Birthday party yesterday, the two youngest cousins were given the task of tagging people by yelling out their names. I was so insulted to find that neither cousin knew my name. We had the conversation below as both of them were chasing me through the hallway:
Henry: Hey, what’s your name again?
Me: YOU’VE FORGOTTEN MY NAME HENRY?
Henry: Anthony, what’s her name?
Anthony: I don’t know.
Me: Hey! I just told you my name Anthony!
Henry smiles: Wait… I know your name…
Me: Oh good what is it
Henry: Aunt Alice!

Dale says these pictures make it appear as though the country is finally turning us into hicks but I don’t think so.
Well, I don’t have no more time to waste on this newfangled typin’ machinery. Gotta go watch me some Nascar and cry to the song “Christmas Shoes.”
My sister Grace was pretty offended when she saw the image above since she has been scribbled out of the drawing.
But I always thought Dale could have gone far with her artistic abilities if she had decided to continue to take it in High School. Below is one of the last works of art she made (probably at age 14).