RhoYoshi

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

First Day of School

Well, ladies and gents, I am now officially a teacher and I have to tell you that it freak'n rocks! Teaching is seriously a very fun passtime! I have a fairly quiet first period and a fairly rowdy second period. I have to be honest, I much prefer having rowdy students! I think that an important part of teaching a language is having the kids actually talk and in my second class that is not a problem at all. I'm going to have to work on my first period class a little bit. However my first period really wants to "do things" and have things that they can see and touch because that helps them learn. So I'm teaching them about food right now and I think that it would be rock'n to have a modified food fight. It would have to be an outside thing, but I could provide them with different types of food, team them up, and call out the different names of the foods and then they would only be allowed to throw that kind of food. That would be really fun and then they would want to remember the correct name for everything because otherwise they would lose. Or maybe I'll play steal the bacon, except the "bacon" will be different types of food and they will have to steal the right one. Fun!

Anyways, although it does take a fair bit of prep time, it is totally awesome to get to be up in front of a class of kids and entertain them with something that I find fascinating - learning! Seriously, it is one of the most exciting things that God gave us to do, and that's exactly what I intend for them to find out.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

tuna straight from the can

I know that I am sometimes odd in my food choice, but may I say that tuna straight from the can actually tastes pretty good? Also, a dry crust of bread can actually be pretty fun to chew on . . . it takes a while to get down and thus prevents me from eating too much. Also, spending all morning drinking tea and studying South American countries is really fun. Did you know that Belize is an English speaking country and that in Southern Argentina there is a colony of Welsh people? In Central America there is also a large Menninite colony that still speaks 18th century German. From North to South the large indigenous people groupings are as follows:

Aztec aka Meseeka (what Mexico is named after)
Maya (very little is known about the ancient Mayans, but they were more prolific and advanced than Europeans around 500 AD)
Incas (these are grouped around the Peru area and "Inca" is actually the name of their leader and not the name of the people group, as we Westerners mistakenly call them)

Also, people in South America are a lot more into touching each other than us cold North Americas. Hugging, hand-shaking, patting on the back, kissing on the cheeks, and eating from the same dish are common courtesy and to not engage in skin/saliva contact is extremely rude. Can you imagine how much closer North Americans would feel towards their neighbors if they kissed them every time that they saw them?

Come to think of it, when I was wine tasting and I ran into the Pocho and the Peruvian, we hugged and kissed when I left and I felt very friendly towards those ladies. Or was that just the wine? . . . ?

it does not mean what I think it means

This post is brought to you by Linguistics!

I always thought that being explicit meant saying something clearly and laying it out point by point. I was wrong.

Using explicit correctly, here is me being explicit:
I forbid you to drink soda!

Using explicit correctly, here is me being nonexplicit:
Don't drink soda.

Under my original idea of explicitity, the above two would both constitute being explicit, because I was forthright in what I wanted and stated my desire clearly.

Here is what I thought would not constitute being explicit:

I would rather you don't drink soda.

The funny thing about the sentence "I would rather you don't drink soda" is that it actually is explicit. Ha!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

dreams

so my dreams have had 3 reoccurring symbols in them:

1. ears that have lice in them (mine and others)
2. sorting information (not surprising seeing as I'm studying for my life over here)
3. (the absolute funnest thing ever!!!) in my dreams I've been sporting some really cool rides! Seriously! In my dreams people have been giving me really nice cars to drive around in and it's been a ton of fun. My favorite dream vehicle (which in my dreams is rightfully mine and not given to me by someone else) is this awesome white Toyota Tacoma full sized truck with a black interior, four wheel drive, stick shifting, and a V8 engine. Some versions come with a handy dandy trailer that I can tow all my crap in. It is so fun to drive around in! I feel huge and powerful in it and I can go all over that place through all sorts of crap. It seriously rocks! I love feeling the engine push as I go up steep trails, through rocks, and under trees. It's a great truck. I'll have to buy one some day.

I have really liked my dreams lately, except for the ear lice, they are very empowered and I don't feel helpless in them at all . . . which is really unusual for me. Yay for being in control!

a really good night

Josh and I went over to Dan and Katie's for supper tonight and I had a really good night. It's really unusual for me to feel comfortable with people, but Dan and Katie are just comfortable to be around a lot of the time. It was really cool listening to Dan talk about his missionary involvement and hearing some of what his life was like (and is like now) as an MK. He talked about how the year after he came to the US for college he was involved in a program that helps get MK's ready to live in the States and at that point I was listening to him and I realized that I almost started crying because it hit me how wonderful it would have been to go through a program like that. Of course, the program was for college MK's, and not 8-year-old little girls (like I was when I moved to the States) which is why I didn't go through it, but it was really odd to have such a tender spot hit when I wasn't expecting it and when I thought that I wasn't tender about that any more. It was also really cool to know that somewhere, some MKs are getting cared for in ways that they need it. I was just a kid when I came back to the US, so I suppose that in some ways my adjustment was supposedly "easier" than it would be for a newly minted adult, but it still was not (and is not) easy. I always kind of avoided the MK group at Biola because I didn't feel like an MK because I wasn't newly from another country, but hearing someone else who went through what, to be honest, sounded like a tougher experience than mine was really heartening. It's good to know that I'm not alone in my struggles. That the pain I occasionally feel now, and felt for years on end back then, is not an odd pain or hardship, but one that is to be expected when one goes through what I went through.

It was a really good night apart from that as well. We talked about a lot of things and I really enjoyed seeing Dan and Katie as a couple. I got to see Katie a bunch around ISF over the last year and a half, and it was really neat to see how she is still fully Katie around her husband and that none of her personality has to go underground in order to live peacefully with him.

On the way home Josh and I talked about what we think is appropriate behavior in groups (as a couple). Because we were looking at John and Christiane's wedding pictures I got to thinking about our wedding and how our "public" relationship has changed dramatically since then. You see, in Joshua world one always cares for the guest first and foremost because the guest is coming and going and the family members are always there to love later on, so attention is lavished on the guest. Before we got married, I was one of Josh's guests. After we got married, I was one of the family and no longer got so much attention when other people were around. At first I was really hurt by it, because I thought that Josh was just being mean. But as time went on I began to see the pattern of it all and tonight I finally asked Josh about it to confirm my theory. For once (!) Josh completely agreed with me on my theory about him, and in fact he was very proud of his actions and thinks that he is right to act how he acts. He in fact thinks that the way I was brought up to act is amazingly selfish because more affection is given to the family member, who will always be there, than is given to the guest who honors you with their presence and will soon be gone and not able to be loved on any more.

I will give you an example. At our wedding Josh and I made vows to each other. When I was making my vows I was careful to project my voice loudly so that the audience would hear, but I was looking at Josh the whole time because he was the center of my attention at the ceremony as I was pledging my life to him. When Josh was saying his vows to me, he was looking at the audience so that they would be sure to hear what he was saying because they had done him the honor of coming and it was their love and support that brought him to the stage in his life where he could be married. Yes, I was there and important to him too (because without me, as he pointed out, there would have been no wedding) but the importance of the ceremony was in honoring those who came, and not just about him and I being in love. You hopefully can see this drastic difference in what is considered important. Josh thinks that my desire to have his attention when there are other people around is selfish of me because he can love me any time and he can only love on those people right then. I see his point, and I understand that it is the culture that he was raised in, but I do not agree with it to the extent that he does. Yes, they are important, but that does not make the family member any less important or less deserving of attention. Josh, however, does not see my point as being right at all. He thinks that it is just plain wrong. Some days I really hate being married to a man who can only see his own way. It is my openness to different cultures that allowed me to stand his different views to begin with. I just wish that he could give a little as well. Does that mean that I'm going to act like his way is the only right way? By no means, and he knows that. To give him credit, he would respect me less if I always gave into him. But at the same time he likes having things his way and does not like it when I firmly disagree with him.

Monday, January 02, 2006

The Healthy Life of Smoking

Not that I'm going to take it up or anything, but I had a friend over for New Years who smokes and as I hung out with her I realized how emotionally healthy smoking is. I know that it's absolute crap for your body, but having an addiction forces you to slow down and reminds you every (however often) that you need to stop and take a break. I am not suggesting that you should take up smoking, but if you live a way-too-fast-paced life, then maybe smoking would be good for you. Which is better - physical health or emotional health? Now there's a tough one!

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