Only a few more weeks until Thanksgiving. I can't wait. We don't know where we are going to vacation yet, but I am definitely looking forward to 4 days off.
For now...as I dream about a warm sunny beach, I am going to get back to my school work!
I laugh when I think about my high school's marching band...not only do I laugh at the idea of wearing a band uniform and marching around on a field trying to remember my music, but most of all I laugh at the memories from Shaker Heights. I always tend to think of Shaker at this time because of what it looked like in the fall. It has been almost 10 years since I have been there and to this day I still remember the orange and red leaves crunching under my feet as I walked to school. October was a time for football, marching band, homecoming and tennis games. I love these memories. I just wish I could bring those trees and crisp weather to Xela. Being here in Guatemala, I miss the fall leaves that I have been surrounded by for so many years.







Cover me, cover up my tears
Cover up this man who's covered up in fear
I need a peace of mind, I need a piece of you
TO cover all that's gone and everything that's new
You unveil me with your mercy
I want to breathe you in
You unfold me, then you hold me
Cover up my heart, cover up my soul
Cover up this world and everything I know
You cover up the sky, you cover up the sea
Cover up the mountains and every part of me
Everything single breath I breathe...cover me
It seems like it has been forever since I have written. There has been a lot going on here. Lately, I have been struggling with catching up on everything. I am still a few weeks behind most of the teachers and I feel like I will never catch up. Interim grades are due this week. Most of my kids are doing really well. I only have one student who doesn't really care if he doesn't finish a test. I am still working on motivating him. I had a few problems with parents which was really frustrating...but now I understand what teachers mean when they say parents are the worst part of teaching. It is difficult when their children go home and say I am strict and that I didn't quiz them on the right stuff. It makes me look bad, but parents aren't in the classroom, so it is difficult to show the parents where the real problems exist.

Last weekend was Independence Day here in Central America. We didn't have school on Monday and while many of the teachers went out and had fun, I chose to stay in and get sleep and try to get rid of my cold. It was so nice having a day off. We also went to the fair last week. It was soo crazy. The rides were hardly safe and the food probably wasn't safe either. I decided against the rides, but ate the most amazing food ever. I ate a burrito with macaroni noodles, cole slaw, and chicken...then I ate corn on the cob with mayo, ketchup and mustard smeared all over it...then I ate churros for dessert. It was fun. I am glad I could experience a crazy Guatemalan holiday celebration.
Finally, a moment to sit down and actually use the internet.
I am in an internet cafe with some friends drinking a lemonade and listening to some weird polka music. I have been so eager to talk to everyone from back home.
Things here have been very overwhelming, but I am trying to relax every chance I get.
On Thursday I arrived in
I got to my house at about 6:30pm and met the family and went straight to bed. I felt bad, but I was sooo exhausted. I met the family and got a tour of the house. I am living with a mom and dad who have three daughters, one son and two grandchildren. The oldest daughter and her son live with the parents. Another teacher is also living there. It is a full house and a loud house. I like it though!
On Friday, I woke up at 6am to shower and get ready for school. Breakfast was at 6:30 and the bus was picking the teachers up at 7am. I met the other teachers and packed into a 12 person van with 15 people in it. The school is so beautiful. It is on top of a hill overlooking the city. There is one teacher for every grade and each elective. I read the handbook and signed some papers when I arrived and then by noon, I was in the classroom teaching math and science. I ate pasta for lunch which my host mom made. Before I knew it, it was 3 and school was over. My children were so great. I am so excited to see them on Monday. I have 13 kids who all of the teachers say are the greatest kids in the school. I am a little nervous about grading and organizing lessons. I made sure my kids knew I loved grammar so I would be grading hard on spelling and grammar. They all begged for no homework, but I think this week I am going to have to give them some type of assignment for reading or writing. They are not allowed to speak spanish in the school. If they do, they get in trouble and might have to write "I will not speak Spanish" 100 times. They usually speak spanish at home, but because this is an American school and their parents are paying big bucks for them to come here, they are only supposed to speak in English. This is something I am very thankful for, because I feel a little more at home.
One interesting thing I discovered is that Guatemalan public schools require families to purchase their text books and they have to pay a small fee to attend school. The school I am at is very expensive to go to because we provide the children with books. There are no school buses and they must bring their own lunches. I am teaching spelling, reading, English, math, social studies, science, and Bible.
On Saturday night I went to a Xela soccer game. It made me really miss college football in the states. People here go crazy and set off their own fireworks randomly and even sing songs with curse words. Even the little kids would sing the songs! I was shocked. I also got to eat some street food which consisted of chicken, potatoes, garlic bread, tortillas and beans. It was soooo delicious.