What does the past of Colombia mean every day? It means our students deal with the repercussions every day. In July, when I first began teaching here, I was shocked at the lengths students would go to conserve things. Things, like pieces of paper in a notebook (they'd prefer to write on their desks and … Continue reading The past of Colombia
The schedule changes when you don't expect it. Especially true down here in Colombia. Some times, things happen that are unexpectedly funny. Yesterday, I walked into a class with my shirt on inside out. My student asked me why the embroidery was on the inside, and I told her the truth...Well of course I put … Continue reading Embracing the unexpected surprises in teaching
Two weeks ago exactly, I embarked on a new adventure: teaching English. As an inbetween American and the daughter of immigrants whose education was influenced by their colonizer, I both love and detest the power language can signify. During the teaching orientation, I found myself speaking a LOT with the other teachers who learned British … Continue reading The complications of teaching English as an inbetween American
Every morning, I slide on two rings. When I wear them, I am on the receiving end of "ma'am," sly remarks about my husband, and intrusive questions (and yes, I include questions about the medication I am or am not on as intrusive). The number of children I must have or must be about to have … Continue reading So, I’m a woman who wears two rings.
Fresh Off the Boat: a term for a person who has just moved to America, and a show about an Asian-American family that I somehow relate to for its portrayal of a strict mother, a father always working, and kids jamming to grunge music. Redheads, characters with autism, and strong female characters who speak their mind … Continue reading Why American TV now is exciting
I've been thinking a lot about hometown pride today, and what that means. As an inbetween American, this term troubles me in a way it doesn't trouble others. I was born and raised in a big, big city, a place where people wear stilettos to the gym, and then moved to a place named after … Continue reading Hometown Pride.
Today's message is another from my parents. One day at the mosque back home, my mother and I noticed a huge mess in the ladies' room. Nobody else was cleaning up the strewn-about paper towels, or mopping up the stale water, but my mother started on her hands and knees, clearing out the mess. When … Continue reading Always leave a place a little better than you found it.