“Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever. As the mountain surrounded Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds His people”
Trust…..Trust? What does that even mean? To my family, I trust that they will always love me. For my friends, I trust they will always listen. For my pet I trust she will always be at the door waiting for me. I trust that the sun will rise every morning and set every night. I trust that September comes after August and April before May. But why do I trust these things? Do I all of a sudden start trusting them? The pattern of certainty provides credibility to the things listed above.
So why is it so hard for me to trust the Lord? I know I’m not the only one. “Trust the Lord”…Sounds easy enough. Not just believe in the Lord, TRUST Him with my LIFE! Giving full control, letting go, handing over the wheel. It’s Scary! I think its because the Lord is not tangible. Its something you have to feel. I can trust the Sun to rise and set because for 22 years I have proof that every day it rises and sets.
“But how do I know that’s my plan?” “But does He even know what I want?”
These sound so selfish.
I have my whole life ahead of me and many people my age are also trying to plan out what comes next. So how can I trust something I cannot see and sometimes not feel with the rest of my life?
After reading that verse I have never felt more secure. At dinner today I stared out the window into the beauty which I am completely engulfed in. The beauty of God’s mountains, steadfast and strong, but also the trust suddenly made tangible. Through this verse I feel at peace with my future and can now begin to hand over my reigns, because honestly trying to control them is quite exhausting.
I know there will be hard times and good, but I know in the end with the presence of trust, its going to be GREAT!
It’s time to sit back and enjoy the ride called my life.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Locker Problem
This is a problem my teacher did with my 6th graders today. I remember doing this problem in college-never in high school, not to mention middle school. They were so adorable counting in their British accents. I was totally impressed with their skills. Definitely above average with critical thinking. Everyone in the class got the answer- and within minutes! They were Brilliant (if you want to use British terms)
Check it out- see if you can solve it!
Here is the famous locker problem:
Imagine you are at a school that has 100 lockers, all shut.
1. Suppose the first student goes along the row and opens every locker.
2. The second student then goes along and shuts every other locker beginning with locker number 2.
3. The third student changes the state of every third locker beginning with locker number 3. (If the locker is open the student shuts it, and if the locker is closed the student opens it.)
4. The fourth student changes the state of every fourth locker beginning with number 4.
Imagine that this continues until the 100 students have followed the pattern with the 100 lockers. At the end, which lockers will be open and which will be closed?
What is the pattern?
Post a comment if you found a solution!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
International Students aka American Teachers
The school I am teaching at is an international school where students can board if they are from a different country. During one of the teacher inservice days before school started at the beginning of September, we had to go to an international students seminar. In this seminar they talked about the stages students go through when they are boarders and from different countries and the levels of homesickness and when.
At the time I didnt think anything of it and just listened to the suggestions of how to deal with a homesick student and what to do in order to comfort them and make them feel at home. It wasnt until last night that I realized...I FALL INTO THE SAME CATEGORY!
The checklist:
1. They are away from home (check!)
2. They are from a different country (check!)
3. This is their first time in the country/new culture (check!)
4. They speak a different language (ehhh.sometimes it feels like it so check!)
The usual routine is as follows
The first two weeks the students feel like it is fun and a new adventure- kinda like camp. After the second week is when the bell curve really plummets. This is when homesick is the greatest and it takes until about week 4-5 on average to make friends and bring their spirits back up.
I must say that last night the girls and I started to feel this- after only week one!!!
I think it has to do with the fact that we have such a hard time getting on the internet. It is magnified because we have no connection with the real world. No connection back home. If you have read the previous blogs you will understand our only forms of communication are blocked while at school.
Today I asked the computer guy at the school to PLEASE un-filter my blog so that I could update my family and friends on my well being!
At the time I didnt think anything of it and just listened to the suggestions of how to deal with a homesick student and what to do in order to comfort them and make them feel at home. It wasnt until last night that I realized...I FALL INTO THE SAME CATEGORY!
The checklist:
1. They are away from home (check!)
2. They are from a different country (check!)
3. This is their first time in the country/new culture (check!)
4. They speak a different language (ehhh.sometimes it feels like it so check!)
The usual routine is as follows
The first two weeks the students feel like it is fun and a new adventure- kinda like camp. After the second week is when the bell curve really plummets. This is when homesick is the greatest and it takes until about week 4-5 on average to make friends and bring their spirits back up.
I must say that last night the girls and I started to feel this- after only week one!!!
I think it has to do with the fact that we have such a hard time getting on the internet. It is magnified because we have no connection with the real world. No connection back home. If you have read the previous blogs you will understand our only forms of communication are blocked while at school.
Today I asked the computer guy at the school to PLEASE un-filter my blog so that I could update my family and friends on my well being!
Edinburgh and Braemar
All four of us were ready for the weekend. It decided to take its sweet time getting here too. We arrived in England only a week ago but it seems like forever. We have had very busy days with little entertainment so Friday couldn’t come fast enough!
Friday we boarded our three hour train the bustling –yet eerie- town of Edinburgh Scotland. The city buildings are so old that from a far it almost feels as if it is abandoned. Eerie enough that ghost tours is a popular thing to do there.
The hostel we stayed at was awesome. It was almost like Urban Outfitters Hotel. Of course it wasn’t the cleanest place I’ve ever stayed but it wasn’t the filthiest either. The main room felt like an awesome coffee house/ chilled out more artsy version of commons lobby at A&M. We stayed in a mixed 16- person room, which proved to be most interesting. Laurel freaked out by the cleanliness of the place (or lack there of) got up twice during the night (slept walked) to unlock her locker with the keys she tied to the drawstring of her pants twice to get hand sanitizer. We met two guys who were on leave from California that were stationed in Germany, some Spanish travelers and some Chinese that tried to teach us dirty words in Chinese/Cantonese.
After settling in we battled the weather and struggled to walk up hills as the wind tried to tumble us in the other direction. Looking for grub we found the “Filling Station” and decided that’s exactly what we needed in so many ways. Not only did we fill up on food and drinks it was also time for an enthusiastic reminder “AHHHH! We are living in ENGLAND!” and had a girl’s night on the town. We found a pub that had live music in the heart of Edinburgh. It was fun just people watching and observing the people that live on the other side of the world. Before leaving we were introduced to the band, but then drug ourselves around 11:30 back to the hostel ready to pass out from sleep deprivation.
Around 3am the Spanish travelers came back to our hostel unfiltered and entertaining. Although all of us were awakened and annoyed by their obnoxious behavior I couldn’t help but silently laugh as they made farting noises followed immediately by girlish giggles.
By 7 am Saturday morning we were Braemar bound and about to experience the BEST thing of the trip so far (obviously, its only been one week)!! We went to the famous Royal Highland Games up in the far reaches of the highest points in Scotland, hence the Highland Games. These games have been around for 900 years and every year hundreds of Scots and their adoring fans, aka clans, gather around to watch the events and get a glance of the Queen of England. We ordered ringside seats in order to capture all of it firsthand.
Let me just paint a picture here for you.
Men in kilts- EVERYWHERE
Little boys in kilts- EVERYWHERE
People in general in kilts- EVERYWHERE
Its no wonder the Scottish have this stereotype tagged on their back. THEY ACTUALLY DO THIS.
So events included in these Braemar Games:
- the long jump
- sprinting and races
- little girls highland dancing
- The putting of the stone (kind of like shot-put)
- Throwing the hammer (what?)
- TUG OF WAR (which would have been a lot more interesting if they were pulling a rope over a slosh of mud or even a hungry pit of alligators…take your pick)
- AND, my personal favorite…The THROWING OF THE CABER!
This, for those who don’t know, is equivalent to picking up a TREE weighing WHO knows as much and about one and a half stories tall, running with it, and then throwing it in hopes that it will rotate one complete turn and then land a specific way. See picturesYES! THEY ACTUALLY DO THIS- For anyone who has seen Made of Honor with Patrick Dempsey and the highland game scene, that’s what this was! Something that you have to see to fully understand! Anyway- It was just incredible!
The band of bagpipes was also one of the most cultured thing I’ve seen and I lovedddd it!
It was FREEZING so we went into the town and picked out our plaid association in matching blankets and scarfs in order to bundle up. Each clan in Scotland has a different kind of plaid. Different color combinations and size of the patterns is designated to a specific clan. I tried to find the Murray Clan (which is my mothers side) but couldn’t so I picked out my own plaid because I liked the color combinations. So now I’m associated with the Buchanan clan!
An hour before the games were to end the Royal Party arrived. And when I say royal party, I mean THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND. Queen Elizabeth herself, in all her glory, right before us. Of course she had a grand entrance (this lady doesn’t do anything slyly) Stopping the games to roll up in her Rolls Royce sporting the British Flag, the crowd silently watched as she then walked up her ramp to her Royalty Box. Wow that was cool. Then everyone stood and sung Hail Queen Elizabeth or something like that. It was interesting. But definitely not the most shocking experience of our weekend.After riding our bus back to Edinburgh we again stopped to pick up some food and then headed to another local pub with live music for a drink. The other girls were set on trying a Scottish Whiskey while in Scotland even though I was too tired and not really interested in having a drink. I went anyways in hopes the live music would wake me up. We ordered two different whiskeys and some coke to share. I could SMELL it before Laura and Laurel even returned to the table. It was overwhelmingly strong and could taste it without even drinking it.
We asked this man sitting behind us to take our picture and before we knew it he was taking a picture alright…AND showing us Americans what was underneath his kilt. I hope you can gather what happened when I say it was the most SHOCKING experience of our weekend!!!!!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
First Days of School
Wednesday was our first day of school. My school is the most beautiful school on the most beautiful grounds. I will hopefully upload pictures soon to justify my claims!
So like I said we have trouble getting to school in the mornings. We can walk to Elleray (the elementary school) but up to Browhead (the middle school) is quite a journey- described in an earlier post. So we arranged for a bus to pick us up in the morning on its route to pick up the kitchen staff. Well the morning of school we were out there at 8:10 just as asked but the bus never came. Laura and I had to put on our wellies (rainboots) and haul it to Elleray in hopes that someone would give us a lift up the mountain. Thankfully we did but we missed the first 45 minutes of school and barely made the opening assembly in which we were special guests and announced to the school. Phew!
The school is SO different than ours. For example
- They dont have grades, they have "years" but their "years" are different than ours in that Year 7 is really 6th graders.
- They have time tables instead of schedules
- Homework= Prep
- They work off 2 week timetables Week A and Week B
- They dont go to the same class everyday in the same room with the same teacher at the same time.
It is mega confusing.
For example:
If I was in 6th grade class A I could go to Math on Monday for 7th period, Wednesday for 2nd period and Thursday for 1st period. and then the next week go to Math on Monday for 5th period, Tuesday for 5th period and then Friday for 3rd period.
THE STRANGEST THING!
So if you can imagine I am not really assigned with one teacher for one class. Instead I am working with a 8th grade math class, 6th grade math class, 7th grade science class and a 6th grade science class.
But I have tons of breaks.
On Thursday I only have 1 6th grade science class.
But what makes this interesting is that all the classrooms are seperate from the main house. They are through all these footpaths, some paved but others are just gravel. It is interesting to me because for as much as it rains here, you would think that they would cover the pathways!
But instead, everyone walks around soaking wet and with their umbrellas and raincoats everywhere. Then the kids just walk around with wet blazers that begin to give off the most disgusting odor. Almost like a wet dog.
But it is all worth it. Because of the view. Overlooking the most gorgeous lake with mountains in the background.
God's beauty is unmatchable.
So like I said we have trouble getting to school in the mornings. We can walk to Elleray (the elementary school) but up to Browhead (the middle school) is quite a journey- described in an earlier post. So we arranged for a bus to pick us up in the morning on its route to pick up the kitchen staff. Well the morning of school we were out there at 8:10 just as asked but the bus never came. Laura and I had to put on our wellies (rainboots) and haul it to Elleray in hopes that someone would give us a lift up the mountain. Thankfully we did but we missed the first 45 minutes of school and barely made the opening assembly in which we were special guests and announced to the school. Phew!
The school is SO different than ours. For example
- They dont have grades, they have "years" but their "years" are different than ours in that Year 7 is really 6th graders.
- They have time tables instead of schedules
- Homework= Prep
- They work off 2 week timetables Week A and Week B
- They dont go to the same class everyday in the same room with the same teacher at the same time.
It is mega confusing.
For example:
If I was in 6th grade class A I could go to Math on Monday for 7th period, Wednesday for 2nd period and Thursday for 1st period. and then the next week go to Math on Monday for 5th period, Tuesday for 5th period and then Friday for 3rd period.
THE STRANGEST THING!
So if you can imagine I am not really assigned with one teacher for one class. Instead I am working with a 8th grade math class, 6th grade math class, 7th grade science class and a 6th grade science class.
But I have tons of breaks.
On Thursday I only have 1 6th grade science class.
But what makes this interesting is that all the classrooms are seperate from the main house. They are through all these footpaths, some paved but others are just gravel. It is interesting to me because for as much as it rains here, you would think that they would cover the pathways!
But instead, everyone walks around soaking wet and with their umbrellas and raincoats everywhere. Then the kids just walk around with wet blazers that begin to give off the most disgusting odor. Almost like a wet dog.
But it is all worth it. Because of the view. Overlooking the most gorgeous lake with mountains in the background.
God's beauty is unmatchable.
Internet update!
We still dont have it!
The portable wireless USB drives that we purchased cant reach a signal at our cottage. I am at our landlords house for a couple hours of unfiltered internet.
poop
The portable wireless USB drives that we purchased cant reach a signal at our cottage. I am at our landlords house for a couple hours of unfiltered internet.
poop
Travel Day
What a long day.
Leaving my parents at the airport couldn’t have been more saddening. People could have thought I was leaving for 2 years the way my tears were flowing. I was standing in the xray line and Im pretty sure I was getting stares as I tried to sniffle silently. Once I met up with Laurel and Colette I started to feel a little bit better. Our adventure had begun!
The flight to New Jersey was uneventful if you don’t include our pilot who looked like he was a die hard nascar fan (mullet/beerbelly and everything) playng dress up for the day in a pilot costume. Almost like a mail-order pilot- if those exist. The best part of the flight was flying into Newark with a left handed window seat and seeing New York City as we landed- probably the coolest view ever…and then there was Windermere. But I’ll get to that later.
Once we got on the plane leaving for Manchester I found my seat in 16 A. Once I had settled all of my things properly above in the overhead bins I awkwardly scooted my way over and in doing so noticed hundreds of tiny illuminations of heaven equally centered in every seatback in front of me. I looked like a little kid on Christmas. My eyes immediately light up and I began shouting to my friends in different rows to notice the greatness I had discovered. Not like they didn’t see it already. The t.v. was MINE-inches before me for 7 hours..ALL MINE! It was touch screen and had 20 different movies, 20 different tv shows, games and music choices. I felt very first class. Way to go Continental. My movies of choice were What Happens in Vegas, Chaos Theory, Leatherheads. Choas Theory was my favorite if you haven’t seen it, please do.
I sat next to some sweet but very impatient British people that were very quick to inform me to get some “wooly jumpers” and “wellies”.
We landed in Manchester at around 2 am Dallas time but it was 8 am England time. Cute little George picked us up from the airport and we found him with no problem. Driving on the other side of the road wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be but this was only because we were on the highway. One lane/two way roads are a different story. Driving through the country side of England is so different. Sheep line the roads kept in by stone fences. These fences are not just along the road, they go miles into the country side and are their main material for fencing- since the fences have been there for centuries.
George took us to the Legge’s main house who own the cottage we will be renting. The most adorable family cooked and served us lunch and treated us like they are our own. Being as hospitable as they are, they wanted us to have tea and chat for hours. Laura (who met up with us later) was the only one awake enough to talk. Apparantly my eyes were shutting and that is when Mrs. Legge decided to take us to our cottage.
THE COTTAGE.
First of all it is a gravel alley off park road. And our literal address is the evergreen cottage off park road. The downstairs is perfect. Just enough space. Upstairs is a different story. There is one room at the top of the stairs that is big enough for a bed and for someone to stand beside it. The other room fits two single beds snuggly with a narrow closet the size of a small person (me) and a set of drawers. Laura and I are sharing this at the moment. Then there is the master room with a double bed and a huge closet that all of us get to use. One problem- no hangers. This will hopefully be resolved tomorrow with a trip to town.
The only bathroom does not have a shower curtain and the showerhead comes up to my thigh. It was an interesting shower- that first go. We all sat down shivering beneath this shower head. HA! The Adrian (our landlord) is supposed to be fixing that soon. On top of all of this I would like to point out a few things
1) We have 4 British Channels not one containing the news
2) The dvd player does not play American dvds
3) They do not have a Blockbuster type store
4) We do not have the internet
5) The school has filtered internet that does not allow gmail, my blog or facebook as sites we are allowed to go to
6) The school us up a highway through a pasture of sheep, over a creek, along a tiny footpath over looking a cliff, up a rocky hill and then back on a tiny one lane/two way highway that is windy and curvy and has no shoulder. Oh did I mention it is about 40 minutes and that it rains here?
Needless to say this is not the best option for our internet and that we are going to a nearby town tomorrow to get internet.
Leaving my parents at the airport couldn’t have been more saddening. People could have thought I was leaving for 2 years the way my tears were flowing. I was standing in the xray line and Im pretty sure I was getting stares as I tried to sniffle silently. Once I met up with Laurel and Colette I started to feel a little bit better. Our adventure had begun!
The flight to New Jersey was uneventful if you don’t include our pilot who looked like he was a die hard nascar fan (mullet/beerbelly and everything) playng dress up for the day in a pilot costume. Almost like a mail-order pilot- if those exist. The best part of the flight was flying into Newark with a left handed window seat and seeing New York City as we landed- probably the coolest view ever…and then there was Windermere. But I’ll get to that later.
Once we got on the plane leaving for Manchester I found my seat in 16 A. Once I had settled all of my things properly above in the overhead bins I awkwardly scooted my way over and in doing so noticed hundreds of tiny illuminations of heaven equally centered in every seatback in front of me. I looked like a little kid on Christmas. My eyes immediately light up and I began shouting to my friends in different rows to notice the greatness I had discovered. Not like they didn’t see it already. The t.v. was MINE-inches before me for 7 hours..ALL MINE! It was touch screen and had 20 different movies, 20 different tv shows, games and music choices. I felt very first class. Way to go Continental. My movies of choice were What Happens in Vegas, Chaos Theory, Leatherheads. Choas Theory was my favorite if you haven’t seen it, please do.
I sat next to some sweet but very impatient British people that were very quick to inform me to get some “wooly jumpers” and “wellies”.
We landed in Manchester at around 2 am Dallas time but it was 8 am England time. Cute little George picked us up from the airport and we found him with no problem. Driving on the other side of the road wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be but this was only because we were on the highway. One lane/two way roads are a different story. Driving through the country side of England is so different. Sheep line the roads kept in by stone fences. These fences are not just along the road, they go miles into the country side and are their main material for fencing- since the fences have been there for centuries.
George took us to the Legge’s main house who own the cottage we will be renting. The most adorable family cooked and served us lunch and treated us like they are our own. Being as hospitable as they are, they wanted us to have tea and chat for hours. Laura (who met up with us later) was the only one awake enough to talk. Apparantly my eyes were shutting and that is when Mrs. Legge decided to take us to our cottage.
THE COTTAGE.
First of all it is a gravel alley off park road. And our literal address is the evergreen cottage off park road. The downstairs is perfect. Just enough space. Upstairs is a different story. There is one room at the top of the stairs that is big enough for a bed and for someone to stand beside it. The other room fits two single beds snuggly with a narrow closet the size of a small person (me) and a set of drawers. Laura and I are sharing this at the moment. Then there is the master room with a double bed and a huge closet that all of us get to use. One problem- no hangers. This will hopefully be resolved tomorrow with a trip to town.
The only bathroom does not have a shower curtain and the showerhead comes up to my thigh. It was an interesting shower- that first go. We all sat down shivering beneath this shower head. HA! The Adrian (our landlord) is supposed to be fixing that soon. On top of all of this I would like to point out a few things
1) We have 4 British Channels not one containing the news
2) The dvd player does not play American dvds
3) They do not have a Blockbuster type store
4) We do not have the internet
5) The school has filtered internet that does not allow gmail, my blog or facebook as sites we are allowed to go to
6) The school us up a highway through a pasture of sheep, over a creek, along a tiny footpath over looking a cliff, up a rocky hill and then back on a tiny one lane/two way highway that is windy and curvy and has no shoulder. Oh did I mention it is about 40 minutes and that it rains here?
Needless to say this is not the best option for our internet and that we are going to a nearby town tomorrow to get internet.
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