Before I left Mexico for the Thanksgiving break, my baby brother and I were already discussing the logistics of mustard greens for dinner Thanksgiving Day.
I hope one day soon I will have the opportunity to be taught how to administer and score a speaking text for English language learners. This time, however, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
I am here at a local school where I am to sub for a colleague who teaches English here. Class is to begin at 8:00 a.m. It's an exam day. It's 7:50. There's no staff here yet. I try to put myself into the mind of my coworker. I see her coming in the gate, … Continue reading Subbing
When the sun goes down and the lights go up even the least lovely town starts to look better.
I don't usually write poetry.
I don't like being scared. My mom would never permit anyone to frighten us when we were small.
New York Times bestsellers gotta be good reading . . . just watch out for those adverbs.
All summer, while I was mostly without internet, I was thinking that I wanted to take the blog in a little bit different direction when I got back to Mexico. Then when I got back, I was immersed for the first month in getting settled into school and classes, but the question never left my … Continue reading Changing Directions
I told myself I had plenty of time to write a post summarizing my year, and here I am on the morning of my flight out of Torreón hurrying to pull some thoughts together. Here we go. In work: During this, my first year teaching a full grade of students two different subjects, planning and … Continue reading Changing Views
I am here at IAH on a Sunday morning, sitting at the departure gate two hours early. I check my Facebook feed for the first time in days and like all the likes. I listen to the pop music coming from the overhead speakers and the clink of glasses and silverware from the restaurant next … Continue reading Empty Nest