Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Then,this group came to perform and we seriously couldn't hear a word. I started singing "Silent Night" (partially as a joke because I have a horrible voice) and a few chimed in, until, eventually, we sang the rest of the period. It was hilarious. I just love them.
Also, another plug for music--Ann, my friend who used to teach here until she decided to do bigger and better things with her life (AKA--be a mom) gave me and some friends tickets to her husbands concert. Their name is Eclipse and they are seriously INCREDIBLE. We talked and talked about it on our way home. Thank you so much Ann! I adore you (and miss you HORRIBLY!!)
Here is a clip from Eclipse (courtesy youtube.com):
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
7th Period. My class room. Discussion on--actually, I can't even figure out how we got to this subject (reminds me of Ms. Massey in high school. We'd always get her off topic).
Me: (we were talking about a hybrid of instruments from Latin America that have been blended to create new instruments. One was made out of an armadillo. I told them that my brother, in Argentina, ate an armadillo and that he said it tasted like a blend of chicken and fish).
Student 1: Chicken and fish?! Gross!
Student 2: Dude. Chicken and fish? How can he tell the difference? They are both poultry.
Student 3-31ish: giggle. really? huh? what'd he say?
Me: (laughter) really?
Student 2: Why are you laughing? Aren't chicken and fish both poultry?
Student 4: Man! Poultry are birds.
Student 2: Yeah! So fish and chicken are......OHHHHhhhhh...Wait! They're both white
Me: I'm so glad I have you in my class. Just think of all the entertaining things you've said this year. (We then proceeded to go over all of his funny moments. Oh wow.)
Funny story #2
My cousin Marisa is staying with me. I had a White Elephant party tonight. She came up with the GREATEST idea in the world. Buy batteries. Take out the batteries. Put in a slip of paper that says, "batteries not included." So, today, the girl who got my gift didn't even laugh. So I thought maybe she didn't get it. Somehow we ended up showing the thing to the gift and I just seriously thought it was the funniest thing in the world and COULDN'T stop laughing. Oh man. Batteries not included. Battery wrapper. Get it?
Each man must for himself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, which course is patriotic and which isn't. You cannot shirk this and be a man. To decide against your conviction is to be an unqualified and excusable traitor, both to yourself and to your country, let men label you as they may. ~Mark Twain
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Anyways, I LOVE going to the gym. I mean I'd love it more if it was in my house or if the weather wasn't cold in between my house and Gold's, but I enjoy it.
Yesterday, I learned what I always thought. I'm not a yoga girl. I also learned something new. Yoga makes you SORE!!!!!! I'm dying. Really. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet...
I am grateful for the gym (but not so much for Kristen and Billy who dragged me to yoga...).
Monday, December 6, 2010
LDS First Presidency stresses true meaning of Christmas
SALT LAKE CITY -- More than 20,000 people filled the LDS Conference Center Sunday night in for the annual First Presidency Christmas Devotional.
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square performed traditional hymns and the three leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints spoke, emphasizing the need to concentrate on the true meaning of Christmas, the birth of the Christ child.
"While it's true we can find materialism and anxiety at Christmas, it is also true that if we have eyes to see we can experience the powerful message of the birth of the Son of God and feel the hope and peace He brings to the world," Pres. Dieter F. Uchtdorf, Second Counselor in the First Presidency said.
"Let it be a time of forgetting self and finding time for others," said the President of the LDS Church, Thomas S. Monson. "Let it be time for discarding the meaningless and for stressing the true values. Let it be a time for peace."
Pres. Henry B. Eyring, First Counselor in the First Presidency talked about service and the joy that accompanies helping others.
"You can give him the gift of doing for others what he would do for them. Many of you have already done that and felt his appreciation. It may have been visiting a lonely widower," Pres. Eyring said. "It may have been joining with others in a project to help those in need."
The First Presidency urged Church members during the next few weeks to draw closer to the Lord, their families and their fellow man.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I finally found a table I liked and it was delivered this morning! My camera got wet in the Panama Canal so I can no longer take pictures, but it's counter height and black with one of those spinning things in the center :) I think it's much larger than this. Have a great weekend!
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
To: Mrs. Anderson
thanx for always helPing me and caring about my grades you are a awsome teacher! my favorite thanx for all the candy if i added up all the candy you gave me it would make a meal! but it's good motivation :)
early merry Christmas
ur favorite student in the whole school
(PS: I don't teach English. Just saying...)
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Everyday, I eat oatmeal. I cook it and put it in a dixie cup so I can hold it and stay warm while I drive. Well, today, I didn't finish it and threw it away in the trash can inside my classroom door.
My students are going CRAZY when they walk in.
"Ms. Anderson, what you eatin' in he-uh?"
"It smells GOOOODDDD in here!"
"You makin' us pancakes?"
They're hilarious. I need to be more strict with my 3rd period, but I just start laughing too much when they say things. Oh wow.
I am grateful for those crazy little people.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
When asked by a non-white student if he could copy some one's assignment, I responded, "This is America! We aren't lazy!"
You better believe I apologized up and down and seriously had no intentions of making it sound that way. Whew. I turned red. Embarrassing.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Chilean miners being rescued, one by one, AND The Biggest Loser.
Yep. Best show ever. Well, imagine me on the eliptical tears welling up in my eyes as I skip back and forth during the commercials. Usually, I set the timer for 30 minutes and then head out. BUT--the TV just kept getting better. I'd increase it a minute or two, then five more, then five more, and a few more, until I realized that not only had a single miner not been pulled out of that capsule yet, but also no one had been kicked off of The Biggest Loser. My timer hit an hour and I left thinking how excited I was to share the miner rescue story with my students.
The next day, I share the story with my 3rd period (including the story of Miss Anderson crying at the gym because I was so happy). At that point 17 miners had been rescued. The next period, I saved it for the end after all of our student presentations had been given. During the presentations, we kept hearing people "crunch, crunch, crunching" on the roof. We didn't think anything of it. It got loud and we could hear some laughter. We thought the custodians were up there. Then Spanish words were heard and we thought it was coming through the speakers. I turned off my microphone but, alas, no solution. All of a sudden, in the middle of the presenatation we heard LOUD clapping. All of a sudden, it hit! I forgot to pause the live feed of the rescue on my computer.
Blonde moment. You can bet I'll be hearing about that one from my students for a while. We had a GREAT laugh.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
--I met my mom in St. George. She unloaded a car full of stuff from my parents home into my car. I was so excited to get my desk. However, we missed two minor details (probably my fault that I didn't explain better...hmmm...): screws, and the bar that acts as 2 of the 4 legs of the desk. So yes, here my desk--sits. It's lonely, lopsided, and, frankly, annoying.
This is a dresser that my roommates and I built (from a box...) and my prized picture of the Jefferson Memorial from DC's Eastern Market.
I bought/put this together last night. Pictured are some pictures of Panama and a hilarious picture of Sheldon and mom. hahaha. Wish there wasn't a glare.
This is my new, queen sized bed. Don't worry. It's currently a mattress and box spring set sitting on the floor. This was my first real purchase (besides my car and computer). It's SO comfortable. You're welcome to come spend the night at any time.
This is my jewelry armourer (sp? aka...jewelery box on stilts) that mom gave me for Christmas a few years a go and I wanted to leave it home so I wouldn't mess it up in college housing. Now--here it is!
This is another bookshelf we assembled :) The plate and shells are from Panama.
Here is the bathroom. Pretty exciting.
My roommates were very good to me and gave me the walk-in-closet. I need to stop buying clothing.
Piano for the cultured girls (AKA--not me) to play. I always beg Kristen to play the Pearl Harbor and Titanic songs. She complies :)
Margaret in the kitchen. She is very good in there. Hint, hint--boys. That means she can cook. Look at here cute new shirt under that cardigan... PS--she owns 9 cardigans she informed me yesterday.
We love our home. We also love our roommate Kristen. She has been home babysitting and we miss her. Since she's been gone, I've had a traumatic experience with my fire detector. It keeps beeping. I even changed the battery. No change. It is currently downstairs, under a pillow, in Kristen's room. Come home soon! (I'll put it outside...)
Now, if we could just find a kitchen table...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
-My 7th period is seriously the best entertainment in the world. Hey are HILARIOUS. This one kid always has some new theory about how he's jinxed or just the craziest questions. I can't even explain how funny they are.
-I have a new assignment. I'm in charge of all the students in the custody of the state at our school. NOW--if there is anything in my life that I would tell you about, it's this...and I can't. I'll just tell you I am the go to girl when these students have to get drug tested, are cheating, or mouthing off (or when they come to me in tears because their backpack was stolen), or suspended, or whatever. Oh the stories. Let's just say... actually, I won't say. I really enjoy it though. It's rewarding and it's cool to see them turn their lives around (and not too cool to see them severely mess them up...).
-I'm in a new ward. It's a great ward and it's fun getting to know new people. It's definitely older. That is for sure. Our little apartment of teachers is the young group of the ward--which is kind of nice after coming from Provo. I miss my EFY friends, work friends, old roommates, and ward members, but it seem to be a necessary change.
-In other news, I've recently discovered a dent in my car (? hoping that was not one of my students in a fit of anger...), I got a Gold's Gym pass, I'm completely debt free, I'm completely EFY free, I'm NOT a first year teacher anymore (which means I have SO much more time than last year!!!), I'm still indoctrinating my students with a love for BYU and I've been spoiled by my parents and Kristen and have been able to go to both the home games.
I'm pretty sure those are the only updates on my entire mortal existence. Sheldon's seem to be more entertaining: Held up and robbed at gun point, possible rabies from a random dog, a man hanging him self that was a potential baptismal prospect. Sheldon's got it rough. Oh, Argentina. Eek.
Back to the parents...
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
We Pray for Children . . .
Ina J. Hughs
We pray for children
who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we pray children
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never counted potatoes,
who are born in places where we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money
who cover themselves with band-aids and sing off key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed, and never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
who want to be carried and for those who must,
for those we never give up on and
for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother . . . and
for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
Last night I caught myself praying for my students. They'll come tomorrow and will bring with them a lot of challenges, funny moments, and things I'll always remember. Ready or not, here they come!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
We moseyed around. The guys watched the World Cup in Spanish while I accidentally slept on the couch. The kids were all at school, so it was pretty quiet.
As anyone should do when it rains, we headed to the mall. There was this superstore called Dorian's. To compare it to somewhere in the US it's like a huge TJMAX...but bigger and wayyy cheaper.
The guys didn't love shopping as much as the girls and filled their time with these kinds of adventures.
Oh my gosh, Sister Galke introduced us to one of the best places in the world to eat in Panama. It's called Lenos. We got like a 4 course meal for 7 dollars. It was shishkabobs (how do you even spell that?) with all kinds of meat and good stuff. Mmmmm... I could live here. Really.
Eventually, the rain cleared and we began our adventure. Now, this is the life. The Galke's have a boat that they conveniently keep in their garage. We took it out for a spin on the Panama Canal. Yes--apparently you can do that.
Erik and the monkeys
That night we went to Mi Ranchita. A little different than the one in Provo--AKA Betos. If you look behind Mark and I, you see water. That's right. A wonderful, ocean front meal for about 8 dollars. Incredible. Seriously. I want to move here...or honeymoon here...or visit them all the time...or something.
Cuna Indian ladies. They embroider lot's of cool things. This is one of the indigenous groups to Panama.
THE GUYS Recap:
It's 12:50, you haven't even left Panama yet. We just got Curt home. Sorry we had to drop you off so early, but I don't think I could have dropped you off on time and picked up Curt at the same time. :)
Thanks for such a fabulous week! I keep telling Curt we need to take day trips and do things, we did for the first couple of months, this has rejuvenated us and inspired us to start playing more around Panama. I am so glad that you came and spent time with us, what a wonderful time. It turned out kind of crazy with Curt's surgery, the boys leaving the same morning and me leaving on Monday, but I would change a thing - INCREIBLE! (New word for Amber and Erik). I don't have Mark's e-mail or as a friend on FB so please pass this along to him.
PLEASE come visit us this summer up at the cabin.
LOVE YOU TONS! -- Alethea
Road trip to Vegas
Amber Sleeping in the car
World Cup in Cedar City
Parking the Car at the Airport (E2)
Flying to Mexico City
Guy snoring on the plane to Mexico City
Pollo or Pasta… Do you have Ginger ale?
Mexico City Airport
Asking 3 different people for directions and were still lost
Customs (Ambers Orange)
Kicked out of the Airport until 4
Let’s go outside… ok let’s go back in
The smell of Mexico City
Hearts… Derrick lost
Sleeping in the Airport Strategies
Amber- Under the arm rests
Derrick- Let’s make a tent
Erik- just let me sleep
Mark- I can’t sleep
Total hours of sleep: 2 hours per person
Pouring rain Sleeping on the couch World cup Mall Dorian’s Lenos and Carbon Grill/Popeye’s
Missionaries Mark in soccer store being followed Boating Water Monkey Island Bananas
Angry Monkeys Tour Boat Canal Wakeboarding Big Wave Amber's Broken Camera Swimming Angry Police Police Escort Amber’s ID Boy’s Clean boat Derrick finds a newt
Boy’s bit by ants Dinner at Mi Ranchito 11 people/ 1 mini-van Speaking Spanish Kuna Ladies
Derrick’s license plate, Missouri Plate Amber likes fish? Cool city—Causeway Temple at Night
Sleeping with Julia Blogging Tea, toffee, and an orange