Last week, I had my first introduction to a ritual that I will complete fourty-two times in this upcoming year: the home visit. Home-visits are something incredibly unique to our school and one of the aspects of the program that drew me to the school.
The oven in the apartment has this little quirk where the door does not stay open by itself. You can literally hang the most minuscule dish rag on it and it will stay open. Try to push it down and leave it, no chance in..Honduras (Yeah, that was really cheesy).
My dad does a really good job of keeping me grounded. When I first arrived in Honduras I remember talking to him and telling him about how I shower using a painters bucket and a small brown bowl. I told him about how in the first day I found two cockroaches in my bed and a mouse the next morning in the kitchen.
I am losing my voice. I have to recharge my patience at night, but I almost lost that a few times. I am pretty sure I have lost a few student papers already. Luckily, though, I have not lost my sanity.
1.) Whatever you plan to accomplish in one lesson, divide in half and you probably still have unrealistic expectations for what is possible.
2.) Wool pants + 96 degrees + drama class outside = slow death
3.) Transitions are the enemy. Avoid them at all cost.
4.) Say what you mean and mean what you say.