-taking a walk around the neighborhood without a directed path
-running into friends who use your dining area to cut and stuff wedding invitations
-going to Chic-Fil-A after deciding upon Japanese ramen...no, wait, La Guadalupana...oh, I mean, La Tapatia...oh, yeah, let's get a chicken sandwich and waffle fries
-meeting up with friends for frozen yogurt after you stop by the local ice cream parlor
-sucking in helium from balloons to make your voice squeaky
-seeing a certain youth pastor walking in the neighborhood late at night, reversing a red Isuzu Rodeo, and rolling down the window to inquire what a lady such as her was doing outside in these parts
-fun, open-minded friends
Thursday, June 18, 2009
On Middle Schoolers and Microwaves
Lunch duty is not my favorite time of the week. I enjoy the conversations I've had with students during lunch, but it's hard to banter about soccer with the boys or to talk one-on-one with a struggling student when there are only a few pairs of adult eyes watching a roomful of 300 gangly adolescents. There's always something up the sleeve of these mischievous middle schoolers, whether they intend to wreak havoc or not.
I was on duty with middle schoolers one day this past spring and had been chit-chatting with some students standing in line when a curly-haired sixth grader cut in front of me, breathless.
She could hardly spit out the words. "Miss! The microwave's on fire!"
I was about to ask her to wait her turn to speak when her words actually penetrated my thoughts. I looked at the far corner counter where the two microwaves sat and spotted some smoke. Quickly, I walked over to the microwaves, where already students had gathered to rubberneck.
Gently I shooed them away and opened the door to the microwave. Puffs of smoke blew out, but no fire.
On the rotating glass, I saw the culprit: a taco wrapped in aluminum foil.
The curly-haired girl, at my shoulder, breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to her, I asked, "Hey, do you know what aluminum foil does in microwaves?"
Her eyes opened wide as she exclaimed, "It wasn't me, miss! She did it." She pointed to a tiny girl next to us who squealed shrilly (as if on cue) and ran away in fright as suddenly as she had appeared.
It's in moments like these I have to resist the urge to start laughing aloud. Slowly, I strided toward the girl (whom I'll call Samantha), whose head I saw finally poke out amongst a field of ringlets and ponytails.
"Samantha." I was being gentle. I swear.
Her head popped back into the sea.
I walked up to her.
"Samantha."
A head timidly popped back up and slowly turned to face me. Then a torrential confession spilled out.
"Miss I didn't know that's what happens if you put foil in the microwave I swear I didn't do it on purpose so I got scared and that's why I ran away I'm sorry miss I'll never do it again."
There. It was out.
I put a hand on her shoulder. She held her breath, waiting for my next move.
Finally, I spoke. "Hey, it's all right! Next time, just let a teacher know when something's on fire, okay?"
I was on duty with middle schoolers one day this past spring and had been chit-chatting with some students standing in line when a curly-haired sixth grader cut in front of me, breathless.
She could hardly spit out the words. "Miss! The microwave's on fire!"
I was about to ask her to wait her turn to speak when her words actually penetrated my thoughts. I looked at the far corner counter where the two microwaves sat and spotted some smoke. Quickly, I walked over to the microwaves, where already students had gathered to rubberneck.
Gently I shooed them away and opened the door to the microwave. Puffs of smoke blew out, but no fire.
On the rotating glass, I saw the culprit: a taco wrapped in aluminum foil.
The curly-haired girl, at my shoulder, breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to her, I asked, "Hey, do you know what aluminum foil does in microwaves?"
Her eyes opened wide as she exclaimed, "It wasn't me, miss! She did it." She pointed to a tiny girl next to us who squealed shrilly (as if on cue) and ran away in fright as suddenly as she had appeared.
It's in moments like these I have to resist the urge to start laughing aloud. Slowly, I strided toward the girl (whom I'll call Samantha), whose head I saw finally poke out amongst a field of ringlets and ponytails.
"Samantha." I was being gentle. I swear.
Her head popped back into the sea.
I walked up to her.
"Samantha."
A head timidly popped back up and slowly turned to face me. Then a torrential confession spilled out.
"Miss I didn't know that's what happens if you put foil in the microwave I swear I didn't do it on purpose so I got scared and that's why I ran away I'm sorry miss I'll never do it again."
There. It was out.
I put a hand on her shoulder. She held her breath, waiting for my next move.
Finally, I spoke. "Hey, it's all right! Next time, just let a teacher know when something's on fire, okay?"
Monday, June 8, 2009
In the corridor...
I'm currently sitting in the lounge of the Shepherd School of Music at Rice, which used to be one of my favorite places to read/study. (I decided to stop by a little earlier to finish up some homework for class this afternoon.) It has been decidedly quiet for the past hour or so, with only the sounds of a piano tinkling-- and the occasional wail of a French horn-- breaking the silence.
However, the half hour has passed, and the little ones in the music class in the corridor have been let out for the afternoon.
Well, that's that. No more work for me...
However, the half hour has passed, and the little ones in the music class in the corridor have been let out for the afternoon.
Well, that's that. No more work for me...
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
What's in an Appendix?
After a series of events last week (which included a myriad of experiences I've never had before), I no longer have this funny little part of my body.
Silly thing. Why did you cause so much trouble? What is your purpose? I'd like very much to know, as I've missed nearly a week of school and spent a night in the hospital because of you!
Silly thing. Why did you cause so much trouble? What is your purpose? I'd like very much to know, as I've missed nearly a week of school and spent a night in the hospital because of you!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Mi Familia
I miss the family I met (or was re-introduced to) while I was in Korea last summer. Having tiny cousins is like having nieces and nephews, and I really enjoyed getting to know my mom's and dad's siblings, as well as my mom's mom (my only surviving grandparent). I went to my cousin's school music performance right before I departed back for the States, and immediately afterward I realized that I wouldn't have another chance (at least for a while) to see four generations of family together.
Above are: me (obviously), my budding violinist cousin (my cousin's daughter, which makes her my first cousin once removed?), my wee grandmother, my cousin's wife, and my mom's eldest sister (my cousin's mom).
I wish I could have more time to spend with them. It was hard for me to decide not to go back to Korea this coming summer, especially as my grandmother gets older and more ill, but maybe I'll get to see all these wonderful people again, one day soon.
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