Be Dangerous
A Message for Teachers
My mother sat rocking in the shade of our apple tree
And reminisced about her youth,
Of her terrible days in the camps.
I sat motionless, in disbelief.
How could people be so cruel?
I asked my mother
Why they took her to the camps? She was but fourteen.
She rocked thoughtfully for a while. . .
Well, my child she began,
When they took over our land,
They came looking for the politicians and their families.
They came looking for the soldiers and their families.
They came looking for the policemen and their families.
They came looking for the teachers and their families.
My blood pumped hard echoing in disbelief,
The teachers. . .the teachers. . .the teachers.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, as stunned as I.
I asked my mother
Why the teachers? They are people of peace.
She rocked thoughtfully for a while. . .
Well, my child she began,
When they take over any land,
They come looking for the teachers because teachers are dangerous people.
Teachers cause children to think, to dream, to hope.
Teachers reveal history and new ideas.
Teachers bring a society reading and writing.
Teachers cause children to question and teachers inspire action.
Teachers are dangerous people.
I asked my mother
What should I do? I am a teacher.
She rocked thoughtfully for a while. . .
Well, my child she began,
I know that this is difficult to understand,
For in America, teachers do not understand their power,
For in America, teachers are always embattled,
Made to see themselves as less than important.
But, because this is America, you must continue to be a teacher.
You, the teacher, are freedom’s greatest hope. . .be dangerous
And she rocked thoughtfully for a while. . .
Sigmund A. Boloz
6.18.2010
11.11.2009
Settling for the 5th time since '08
Its been almost one month since moving into my new apartment. This has been the fifth time moving since 2009 began, and let me tell you, I'm getting fairly good at making my homes comfortable. The comfort might just be an internal thing, and maybe I am just more flexible now, but regardless, its been a wild ride. If I move home again in about one month, that will be my sixth move this year. Once I am all done with school and have a stable job, I will rejoice in my stability.
Having a small apartment on the beach has its benefits (its by far my favorite place to call "home" this year). Just yesterday, I was talking to a friend back in Minnesota. Instead of hanging out inside, I grabbed my beach towel and took my one-minute walk to the ocean. Having to apologize for the sound of the Pacific ocean, I realized that I am one of the luckiest people in the world. I go for a walk just about every morning on the sand, just as I start my day. Let me tell you- that is the perfect way to wake up. My running buddy and I jog a few times each week. What a strange feeling to run without shoes! Lastly, it is perfect on a calm night to turn off my loud fan and fall asleep to the sound of the ocean brushing the sand. If its windy, at least the palm trees put me to sleep. As the Hawaiian Christmas tune "Melekaliki Maka" goes, "that's the island greeting that we sing to you, in the land where palm trees sway." The lyrics are true!
A recent adventure to add to my highlights from Hawaii was a trip to Maunawili Falls. This waterfall hiking trail is about 15 minutes by car from my apartment. I went with a classmate and a friend, and had an excellent afternoon. This year could be tagged as the year of waterfalls- I've seen more than most people do in their lives! No complaints. Below are some photos. What you don't see is the mud! We all fell at least once.
The Waterfalls. One is on the left and the more obvious is to the right. We climbed the waterfall then went on another hike to an intense set of rock water slides!
A baby water fall.
The rocks and plants were amazing!
Having a small apartment on the beach has its benefits (its by far my favorite place to call "home" this year). Just yesterday, I was talking to a friend back in Minnesota. Instead of hanging out inside, I grabbed my beach towel and took my one-minute walk to the ocean. Having to apologize for the sound of the Pacific ocean, I realized that I am one of the luckiest people in the world. I go for a walk just about every morning on the sand, just as I start my day. Let me tell you- that is the perfect way to wake up. My running buddy and I jog a few times each week. What a strange feeling to run without shoes! Lastly, it is perfect on a calm night to turn off my loud fan and fall asleep to the sound of the ocean brushing the sand. If its windy, at least the palm trees put me to sleep. As the Hawaiian Christmas tune "Melekaliki Maka" goes, "that's the island greeting that we sing to you, in the land where palm trees sway." The lyrics are true!
A recent adventure to add to my highlights from Hawaii was a trip to Maunawili Falls. This waterfall hiking trail is about 15 minutes by car from my apartment. I went with a classmate and a friend, and had an excellent afternoon. This year could be tagged as the year of waterfalls- I've seen more than most people do in their lives! No complaints. Below are some photos. What you don't see is the mud! We all fell at least once.
A baby water fall.
The rocks and plants were amazing!
10.26.2009
BAND CONCERTS!
So, while in Hawaii, I've been fortunate enough to join the Honolulu Community Concert Band. If I were to compare and contrast my Fiji and Hawaii experiences (which is hard to do), I would say that Hawaii is a better fit because I have band here.
Here are some photos from the past month of concerts (courtesy of my pals Drew and Dean)
Here are some photos from the past month of concerts (courtesy of my pals Drew and Dean)
ABOVE: These photos are from a few weeks back at the Mililani Town Centre Concert.
ABOVE: A photo from the concert this afternoon. Those are my fellow bones!! The concert today was held at the McKinley High School Auditorium in downtown Honolulu. The director said that Elvis performed on this stage back in the 50's. I haven't found proof of this yet.
10.20.2009
Just Another Day in Paradise
Big news this week: I've moved! What!? You say?! You've lived there for 2 months and you've already moved! It really doesn't make sense, but hey, this year already doesn't make any logical sense. Let's just add to the list, alright?
Here is a map with an "A" where Kailua is situated, so you can see what's up.
Moving was much easier than I every thought. A few friends offered to help move stuff around, which eased my burdens tremendously. Its quite difficult being in a new place where one doesn't know many other people. Who do you call if you need help moving? Luckily, I was able to take care of most of this in just a day, really all by myself. Though, I have accumulated much more than I ever dreamed that I would. Mostly just "stuff" like tape, paper, notebooks, textbooks, dishes, etc. You know, things a person needs to eat, clean, sleep, and read.
The little studio is nice. I'd call it a hybrid between a studio and a one bedroom, since there is a separate bedroom, but it is without a door. Actually, I really like having my own little space. It feels like the tree fort that every little boy wants. Here are some photos:
*The kitchenette after I have moved in
*The sitting/tv area where I chill, sometimes work, and will eventually study
*Half of the bathroom- this bathroom is much too classy for a little studio, but I won't complain. I'm pretty sure that the tiles are made from coral (which is probably really bad, but it is nice!)
The pathway from my house to the beach- it takes me 60 seconds exactly.
My house- I'm in the garage. Notice the sand on the road.
This is the beach by my house. I've spent some time walking here a few of my mornings here.
This is just one of the mansions along the beach- not mine.
Here is a map with an "A" where Kailua is situated, so you can see what's up.
Moving was much easier than I every thought. A few friends offered to help move stuff around, which eased my burdens tremendously. Its quite difficult being in a new place where one doesn't know many other people. Who do you call if you need help moving? Luckily, I was able to take care of most of this in just a day, really all by myself. Though, I have accumulated much more than I ever dreamed that I would. Mostly just "stuff" like tape, paper, notebooks, textbooks, dishes, etc. You know, things a person needs to eat, clean, sleep, and read.
The little studio is nice. I'd call it a hybrid between a studio and a one bedroom, since there is a separate bedroom, but it is without a door. Actually, I really like having my own little space. It feels like the tree fort that every little boy wants. Here are some photos:
*The kitchenette after I have moved in
*The sitting/tv area where I chill, sometimes work, and will eventually study
*Half of the bathroom- this bathroom is much too classy for a little studio, but I won't complain. I'm pretty sure that the tiles are made from coral (which is probably really bad, but it is nice!)
The pathway from my house to the beach- it takes me 60 seconds exactly.
My house- I'm in the garage. Notice the sand on the road.
This is the beach by my house. I've spent some time walking here a few of my mornings here.
10.09.2009
Business Time
Moving to Hawaii from the beginning involved a strange decision-making process. Every practical inch of me said "don't go! it will cost too much money!" After weeks, months, and possibly even a year of ignoring these feelings, I still went ahead with the move. Why? It was a gut feeling. What a crazy dream I would be fulfilling by moving to such a different land than Minnesota. Even right before departure this summer, I decided by using all of my practical techniques to not move. Family convinced me to do otherwise, so once again, you get my drift. Aloha.
Part of the problem was the crazy amount of debt that would undoubtedly stack. Graduate school in state is rather expensive, never mind out of state graduate school, in possibly the most expensive place in the USA. Add it up people. I'm in over my head. Have I gotten on the plane to move home? No. I'm sitting in a nice little coffee shop, waiting to get the oil changed on the Buick.
You are probably thinking "why doesn't he just transfer to a different school that would cost less money?" You sure have a lot of thoughts today! This program is VERY unique. I am learning how to teach in the schools. Applying practice to theory just about every day. Doesn't that make sense? In fact, only 2 of my courses are taken at the University in order to earn my masters degree. I love school, and I think that school at least is fond of me.
So, where does this leave me? Well, am in the process of speaking with my professors about what I should be doing, some ideas to think about, and also what is best for the long run. In the end, I plan to teach in Minnesota. This is important, because this means that I probably want to be doing my student teaching in Minnesota so I can develop some relationships with teachers and schools. It may also mean that I will transfer schools (either in December or in May). I should emphasize the I MAY transfer part of my statement. Still calculating to see what will be the most advantageous for cost in the long run. If I start a program all over next fall, I am giving up a year of working, meaning sacrificing a year of wages. Then what's the point? Especially if I am really happy in Hawaii.
I think that I am happy in Hawaii. This is still to be determined. Having lived in 4+ residences already this year (going on 5 one week from today), I am beginning to understand that happiness takes time. My mind is so misplaced- I don't know what part of the world I am living in, or why I am here. On paper, it is very clear as to why I moved to all of these different places, but if you were to get inside of my head, I really wouldn't know if I was living with the Vavataga family on 56 Pathik Crescent in Suva, Fiji, if I was living at Argyle House in Minneapolis, living with the Wellman family in rural Minnesota, or living with the Golden Girls in the exclusive Portlock Community of Hawaii Kai. WHO KNOWS!?!?! What a year, eh? I guess if I died tomorrow, I couldn't say that I died bored.
So anyway, the decision-making process is in place. If you know me, you know that I will change my mind 80,000 times in the next few weeks, and once I am settled, and feel good about it, I probably won't change my mind. Unless the wind blows me a different way.
Still no job. Interview at a school tomorrow. (fingers crossed)
Postcards are available. Just give me your address! They even come with a Hawaii surfer dude stamp!
Part of the problem was the crazy amount of debt that would undoubtedly stack. Graduate school in state is rather expensive, never mind out of state graduate school, in possibly the most expensive place in the USA. Add it up people. I'm in over my head. Have I gotten on the plane to move home? No. I'm sitting in a nice little coffee shop, waiting to get the oil changed on the Buick.
You are probably thinking "why doesn't he just transfer to a different school that would cost less money?" You sure have a lot of thoughts today! This program is VERY unique. I am learning how to teach in the schools. Applying practice to theory just about every day. Doesn't that make sense? In fact, only 2 of my courses are taken at the University in order to earn my masters degree. I love school, and I think that school at least is fond of me.
So, where does this leave me? Well, am in the process of speaking with my professors about what I should be doing, some ideas to think about, and also what is best for the long run. In the end, I plan to teach in Minnesota. This is important, because this means that I probably want to be doing my student teaching in Minnesota so I can develop some relationships with teachers and schools. It may also mean that I will transfer schools (either in December or in May). I should emphasize the I MAY transfer part of my statement. Still calculating to see what will be the most advantageous for cost in the long run. If I start a program all over next fall, I am giving up a year of working, meaning sacrificing a year of wages. Then what's the point? Especially if I am really happy in Hawaii.
I think that I am happy in Hawaii. This is still to be determined. Having lived in 4+ residences already this year (going on 5 one week from today), I am beginning to understand that happiness takes time. My mind is so misplaced- I don't know what part of the world I am living in, or why I am here. On paper, it is very clear as to why I moved to all of these different places, but if you were to get inside of my head, I really wouldn't know if I was living with the Vavataga family on 56 Pathik Crescent in Suva, Fiji, if I was living at Argyle House in Minneapolis, living with the Wellman family in rural Minnesota, or living with the Golden Girls in the exclusive Portlock Community of Hawaii Kai. WHO KNOWS!?!?! What a year, eh? I guess if I died tomorrow, I couldn't say that I died bored.
So anyway, the decision-making process is in place. If you know me, you know that I will change my mind 80,000 times in the next few weeks, and once I am settled, and feel good about it, I probably won't change my mind. Unless the wind blows me a different way.
Still no job. Interview at a school tomorrow. (fingers crossed)
Postcards are available. Just give me your address! They even come with a Hawaii surfer dude stamp!
10.05.2009
49 Days tomorrow... WHOA.
Its been a while since I last shared my thoughts with the world. Getting home tonight from a long day of running around, meeting up with new friends, and probably spending too much money, it seemed to be a perfect moment for public self-reflection. Why? Because I have been here for 49 days. That's 7 weeks. That's almost 2 months. I'm making it.
You may be pondering: "what has Mr. Wellman been doing in Hawaii this whole time while I have been going about my life in Minnesota, New York, Kansas, LA (or wherever you may have been)?" Honestly, I've been splitting much of my time between school, the University, and my home in Hawaii Kai. In fact, driving between these various places takes a long time. My 18 mile commute in the morning takes almost an hour on a busy day. The H1 Freeway spreads across the southern edge of Oahu. It seems that all 900,000 of Oahu's residents travel this little stretch of highway at some point between 6am and 9am or between 2pm and 6pm. I've been learning to enjoy Hawaii Public Radio in my Buick (who I have named Toni). On the bright side, I am starting to recognize people and their cars each morning when I sit in traffic. My favorite happens to be this older woman who drives a jaguar, always wears cat print, and has a stuffed cat in the back window of her car. She is a cougar and makes me laugh each morning.
I have enjoyed living in Hawaii Kai. How could you not? This is the neighborhood filled with Hawaii's rich and sometimes even famous. The who's who of the island. The ocean is minutes away by foot (though I don't really go there often), and it really doesn't rain here because of where the mountains are situated in relation to my house. My house is beautiful. The marble floors and granite counters never really get old. My housemates are though, but I care about them, regardless of their ages. Ah, the Golden Girls of Po'ipu Drive.
As funny as this place is, I will be moving in just about a week. The traffic is just too much for me each morning and afternoon. A younger crowd is probably more my style. Gated homes are nice, but I don't see many people when I go for walks. I want a friendlier town. My new friend Allison lives in this town called Kailua (not to be confused with Kailua-Kona on the big island). She babysits for this lady who has a BEAUTIFUL home right next to the beach. She happened to have a studio for rent when I was enjoying a beer at a bbq in this town, so Allison brought me over. Within a few days, I was signing a year-long lease (though the land lady says she is reasonable if something comes up). The more I look at this town, the more it is for me. Its mid-sized, has one of the most beautiful beaches in the world (that I live on!), and a person can bike pretty much anywhere he or she wants to go in town. The idea of living by myself is a little scary. I've hardly had my own room, never mind my own apartment. The great thing about this place is that it is a two room studio with a bathroom. Still not big, but bigger than a "normal" studio. So far, I own a bed, a sofa-chair and an ottoman. That's about it. Craigslist is going to continue to be my good friend.
You may be pondering: "what has Mr. Wellman been doing in Hawaii this whole time while I have been going about my life in Minnesota, New York, Kansas, LA (or wherever you may have been)?" Honestly, I've been splitting much of my time between school, the University, and my home in Hawaii Kai. In fact, driving between these various places takes a long time. My 18 mile commute in the morning takes almost an hour on a busy day. The H1 Freeway spreads across the southern edge of Oahu. It seems that all 900,000 of Oahu's residents travel this little stretch of highway at some point between 6am and 9am or between 2pm and 6pm. I've been learning to enjoy Hawaii Public Radio in my Buick (who I have named Toni). On the bright side, I am starting to recognize people and their cars each morning when I sit in traffic. My favorite happens to be this older woman who drives a jaguar, always wears cat print, and has a stuffed cat in the back window of her car. She is a cougar and makes me laugh each morning.
I have enjoyed living in Hawaii Kai. How could you not? This is the neighborhood filled with Hawaii's rich and sometimes even famous. The who's who of the island. The ocean is minutes away by foot (though I don't really go there often), and it really doesn't rain here because of where the mountains are situated in relation to my house. My house is beautiful. The marble floors and granite counters never really get old. My housemates are though, but I care about them, regardless of their ages. Ah, the Golden Girls of Po'ipu Drive.
As funny as this place is, I will be moving in just about a week. The traffic is just too much for me each morning and afternoon. A younger crowd is probably more my style. Gated homes are nice, but I don't see many people when I go for walks. I want a friendlier town. My new friend Allison lives in this town called Kailua (not to be confused with Kailua-Kona on the big island). She babysits for this lady who has a BEAUTIFUL home right next to the beach. She happened to have a studio for rent when I was enjoying a beer at a bbq in this town, so Allison brought me over. Within a few days, I was signing a year-long lease (though the land lady says she is reasonable if something comes up). The more I look at this town, the more it is for me. Its mid-sized, has one of the most beautiful beaches in the world (that I live on!), and a person can bike pretty much anywhere he or she wants to go in town. The idea of living by myself is a little scary. I've hardly had my own room, never mind my own apartment. The great thing about this place is that it is a two room studio with a bathroom. Still not big, but bigger than a "normal" studio. So far, I own a bed, a sofa-chair and an ottoman. That's about it. Craigslist is going to continue to be my good friend.
The Entrance: The studio is a converted garage
MY HOUSE IS GREEN!
My Living Room/ Kitchenette and Peak of the Bathroom
Notice the wood floors: Nice, eh?
This is the beach, a similar view from just steps away from my new home
Actually, a free place to do homework (granted I find a good umbrella)
Outside of home life, I've been pretty busy with school. Graduate school is awesome and actually fun! This is what I've heard it is supposed to feel like. A normal day consists of me going driving to Moanalua High School, checking in with the other students, then running around all day watching different teachers teach. We have Guided Observation Forms (GOFs) we fill out in each class, with questions such as "How does the classroom teacher resolve potential discipline problems" etc. Basic stuff, getting our heads in the right place for successful student teaching next semester. WHOA. That's soon!
Some highlights from school so far are
-Hanging out with Ms. Hawaii and discovering we have the same camera
-Singing Karaoke with the 7th grade students
-Going to the pep fest/assembly and freaking out at how awesome the marching band and cheerleaders were
-Judging the song competition at the high school
-Being called Mr. Wellman (this was my dream)
Its been challenging to meet new friends, but I feel like I am finally getting there. There is not really a problem in meeting people, its just meeting people who I find would make a good, meaningful friends. Sometimes that means going to a party where I only know one person, or sometimes staying home and watching a movie by myself on Friday night. The important thing, I have found, is to go places when invited. Even if it is out of the comfort zone. Talk to strangers (unless you are in elementary school). And make an effort to meet new friends. They don't come find me, that's for sure. It is hard to compare this experience in Hawaii to anything I did at home. In Minnesota, almost all of my good friends were in some sort of a group or organization with me. I don't have that here, since I am an adult. This is a good challenge for me, though sometimes lonely.
Keeping busy has been a good way to not think about missing home and friends/family who I left behind. Outside of school I have been involved in the Honolulu Community Concert Band. I already have a concert coming up in just a week! And two concerts the following two weeks as well. Playing the trombone feels FANTASTIC. Its been almost a year since I have really been involved in playing regularly with a band (besides Tempo Rosa, my beloved quintet at the U of M).
Still looking for a job. The gelato place didn't work out (and I think they hate me now).
That's all for now. I could type forever, but I am getting sleepy!
9.02.2009
|ˌnôrmələˈzā sh ən|
What can I say? Its been two and a half weeks since I moved to Hawaii, and I don't quite know if I have made sense of what has been going on around me. Maybe writing all of this down will help me out on some level, or maybe it will confuse me even more.
Last weekend really helped me to feel at home in Hawaii. On Friday, my housemate Jan took me on an adventure around Oahu. She took me first on a hike around Makapuu. We saw the place where the Humpback Whales will come in in a few months and also the most amazing blue water surrounding a lighthouse.
Later on Friday, after thanking Jan a MILLION times for showing me around, I met up with some of the other students in the cohort for some Friday night fun. I was really worried about meeting new people in Hawaii and making friends, but these people make it very easy. We had some drinks at Mai Tai's Bar, had some burgers, then a few of us went off to Chinatown. I had a wonderful time, and hope that this trend continues with all of the awesome people in our group.
On Saturday, I was invited to go to the Dole Plantation with another MEdT (Master of Education in Teaching) student. The Dole Plantation is kind of a rip off, but it was fun. The other student's family friends were in town, and they had two awesome elementary-aged boys. We raced through a pineapple maze, boys versus girls. Unfortunately the girls beat us, but it was fun to hang out with the little guys. In Hawaii, if you are younger than someone, you might address your elder as "auntie" or "uncle." So on Saturday, I was uncle Austin. :-)
Later on, I met back up with that same group and went to see a movie on Waikiki beach. They have sunset movies on Saturday night, where people line the beach with blankets and watch movies on the GIANT screen. I had more shave ice.
Sunday involved me going to a few different churches, just to check out the Catholic scene. I first went to the Cathedral downtown, thinking it might be like my old church, the Basilica. I was wrong. It was nice, but I just didn't fit in. I then drove about 25 minutes to another town, called Kailua, up the windward coast. I liked that church much better, and the priest was SO kind to me. Another MEdT lives up there, so she invited me out to lunch. Kailua is a beautiful little town, with a breathtaking beach. Seriously, who dyed the water that color of blue?
Monday began my week of immersion into the local schools. I will spend this week at Moanalua High School (about 5 minutes up the hill from the USS Arizona and Pearl Harbor). Unfortunately, this school is on the other side of about 1 hour of driving in the morning. Boo. How far does one hour of driving get you in rush hour here in Hawaii? Only about 15 miles. So, the living situation may change in the near future.
I suddenly feel very busy. At the same time, not as a result of any coincidence, I am feeling so much less homesick. Business and homesickness seem to have a complimentary relationship: one diminishes and the other thrives. Fine with me!
I am still getting a feel for the program, the living situation, and the schools. At this point, I know that I can survive the semester, so I being very observant about how I am doing throughout this time. If for some reason I am very unhappy here, I will then move home around the holidays. If I am very happy here, I'll visit Minnesota over the holiday break.
Still looking for a job.
Beginning my 5 week substitute teacher training in 2 weeks!
Thanks for your support- give me a call any time!
Last weekend really helped me to feel at home in Hawaii. On Friday, my housemate Jan took me on an adventure around Oahu. She took me first on a hike around Makapuu. We saw the place where the Humpback Whales will come in in a few months and also the most amazing blue water surrounding a lighthouse.
After getting in a good workout that morning, Jan took me into the Waikiki area. Though many tourists see the main event (hotel-lined streets, restaurants for all, etc.), she took me to a back street and beat me up! Just kidding. She did take me down a back street and bought me some "shave ice." This is the same treat that President Obama got for his daughters when visiting his home, Hawaii. Shave ice is like snow, flavored like a snow cone. I had ice cream in the bottom of my shave ice. It kind of tasted like a dreamsicle.
On Saturday, I was invited to go to the Dole Plantation with another MEdT (Master of Education in Teaching) student. The Dole Plantation is kind of a rip off, but it was fun. The other student's family friends were in town, and they had two awesome elementary-aged boys. We raced through a pineapple maze, boys versus girls. Unfortunately the girls beat us, but it was fun to hang out with the little guys. In Hawaii, if you are younger than someone, you might address your elder as "auntie" or "uncle." So on Saturday, I was uncle Austin. :-)
Later on, I met back up with that same group and went to see a movie on Waikiki beach. They have sunset movies on Saturday night, where people line the beach with blankets and watch movies on the GIANT screen. I had more shave ice.
Sunday involved me going to a few different churches, just to check out the Catholic scene. I first went to the Cathedral downtown, thinking it might be like my old church, the Basilica. I was wrong. It was nice, but I just didn't fit in. I then drove about 25 minutes to another town, called Kailua, up the windward coast. I liked that church much better, and the priest was SO kind to me. Another MEdT lives up there, so she invited me out to lunch. Kailua is a beautiful little town, with a breathtaking beach. Seriously, who dyed the water that color of blue?
Monday began my week of immersion into the local schools. I will spend this week at Moanalua High School (about 5 minutes up the hill from the USS Arizona and Pearl Harbor). Unfortunately, this school is on the other side of about 1 hour of driving in the morning. Boo. How far does one hour of driving get you in rush hour here in Hawaii? Only about 15 miles. So, the living situation may change in the near future.
I suddenly feel very busy. At the same time, not as a result of any coincidence, I am feeling so much less homesick. Business and homesickness seem to have a complimentary relationship: one diminishes and the other thrives. Fine with me!
I am still getting a feel for the program, the living situation, and the schools. At this point, I know that I can survive the semester, so I being very observant about how I am doing throughout this time. If for some reason I am very unhappy here, I will then move home around the holidays. If I am very happy here, I'll visit Minnesota over the holiday break.
Still looking for a job.
Beginning my 5 week substitute teacher training in 2 weeks!
Thanks for your support- give me a call any time!
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