The News

My Classroom Needs You

At the end of this blog post I am going to ask you to donate to my classroom. But before I do, I want to explain to you why it is that I need this donation. I have explained what I am doing in Honduras in many capacities, but I want to tell you more about how things work at my new school.

The First Supper

Last night marked our first meal in our new abode. We are now out of our homestays and in the apartments where we will be living for the year. I am reveling in my newfound freedom. Mainly the freedom from refried beans, an avodaco, stinky cheese and corn tortillas for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The Curse of "Y'all"

Yesterday marked the first day of Summer Academy and my first official day of teaching. Suprisingly I wasnt nervous at all. In fact, I was more nervous about the fact that I wasnt nervous for fear that it would hit me in the middle of my lesson.

My Morning walk

The walk to school every morning takes about 15 minutes. We are in training from 8:30- 4:30 (an attempt to cram the necessary information from a Masters teaching credential program into four weeks of instruction), so the morning walk is a great time for me to process all of the new information I am exposed to.