"Should old blog entries be forgot, and never brought to mind..."
I totally stole this idea from my friend Lauren's blog. I am a thief. But Lauren is cool, as is her blog, and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Here's a look back at the fun (and sometimes not) that was 2005.
Here's a look back at the fun (and sometimes not) that was 2005.
January
1: number of pairs of pants I am currently wearing
1: number of pairs of pants I am currently wearing
0: number of pairs of pants the little elementary school boy who just ran past my room was currently wearing...hmm
February
Dear God, it's me, Erin. I understand You had to create all of us differently, but as I'm sitting here watching my 11th grade class act like complete nincompoops, I have to wonder-what's with all the stupidity? Are they for Your amusement? I understand that probably more often than not, I fall into the stupidity category as well. This class today, though, is setting records. Would it be too much to ask for You to send a small plague of angry squirrels or something just to the one side of my classroom? They don't have to be rabid squirrels, or anything, slightly irate will do. Ferrets would be fine, also.
March
I approached the monkey and tentatively held out one hand. Immediately he reached out and grabbed my hand with both of his hands and one of his feet. That's all he did, really, just grabbed and kind of looked at me, but it was the first encounter of this kind that I've ever experienced. So, Mr. Letterman, I have seen and touched a monkey. Not spiritual or life-changing, but monkeys count for something.
April
I wrote a haiku today during our Wednesday afternoon staff meeting. I am going to post it here, as I humbly believe it to be nothing short of a masterpiece. Please prepare to be awestruck:
Sitting in meetings
Rubber cement enemas
Neither one is fun
May
Scotch tape + kitty's feet = hilarity for all, with the possible exception of kitty.
June
I feel like I could literally fly today. I have practically made it through my first year. To be honest, I might have sucked a bit (at some things more than others) but I made it. I think I did some good things, too. I like this teaching business. I really do.
July
“I can take to the skies. I can soar like a bird. With his heart full of song. Won’t you color my eyes. I’ve been waiting so long.” This is the lovely verse we found printed on the complimentary shower cap in our Bangkok hotel. Logically.
August
My backpack smells like meat.
September
My Bahasa Indonesia ability is atrocious. I can get by, but I'm pretty sure I sound like a mental patient trying to speak Indonesian. Our driver was telling me he was going to wash one of our friends' cars the other day, and it was just starting to rain. I attempted to tell him maybe he wouldn't have to wash the car if it kept raining. What came out probably translated to "Maybe car Mr. Steve that no wash if tomorrow rain later yes?!" He laughed, but I don't know if it was because the bule was speaking Bahasa Idiot instead of Bahasa Indonesia, or because he's just a very polite man.
October
I am not afraid. Before we come home, whether for the summer or for good, we will go to Bali again. We will wander the streets, visit the shops and eat in the restaurants. We will smile and chat with the shopkeepers we know. They will, as is the polite Indonesian way, thank us profusely for coming and apologize in case we are worried about bombs. Those are Indonesian people, you understand, not the extremists who are hell-bent on destruction and death. People who kill and destroy belong to no one.
November
It's so easy to forget small miracles like snowflakes. It's much easier to look at the mess we've made of our planet and the horrors mankind continues to visit upon itself. It's easier to start to lose hope or to grow cynical. Then a child sees God in a snowflake and I'm reminded to be thankful, infinitely thankful, for small wonders-because they're everywhere.
December
For God so loved the world... Love. That, above all else, is what Christmas is about. Not sale ads. Not lights. Not trees. Not tinsel and parties and presents. Christmas is about love-a love so pure and glorious and divinely gracious that we can't even begin to fully understand it.
February
Dear God, it's me, Erin. I understand You had to create all of us differently, but as I'm sitting here watching my 11th grade class act like complete nincompoops, I have to wonder-what's with all the stupidity? Are they for Your amusement? I understand that probably more often than not, I fall into the stupidity category as well. This class today, though, is setting records. Would it be too much to ask for You to send a small plague of angry squirrels or something just to the one side of my classroom? They don't have to be rabid squirrels, or anything, slightly irate will do. Ferrets would be fine, also.
March
I approached the monkey and tentatively held out one hand. Immediately he reached out and grabbed my hand with both of his hands and one of his feet. That's all he did, really, just grabbed and kind of looked at me, but it was the first encounter of this kind that I've ever experienced. So, Mr. Letterman, I have seen and touched a monkey. Not spiritual or life-changing, but monkeys count for something.
April
I wrote a haiku today during our Wednesday afternoon staff meeting. I am going to post it here, as I humbly believe it to be nothing short of a masterpiece. Please prepare to be awestruck:
Sitting in meetings
Rubber cement enemas
Neither one is fun
May
Scotch tape + kitty's feet = hilarity for all, with the possible exception of kitty.
June
I feel like I could literally fly today. I have practically made it through my first year. To be honest, I might have sucked a bit (at some things more than others) but I made it. I think I did some good things, too. I like this teaching business. I really do.
July
“I can take to the skies. I can soar like a bird. With his heart full of song. Won’t you color my eyes. I’ve been waiting so long.” This is the lovely verse we found printed on the complimentary shower cap in our Bangkok hotel. Logically.
August
My backpack smells like meat.
September
My Bahasa Indonesia ability is atrocious. I can get by, but I'm pretty sure I sound like a mental patient trying to speak Indonesian. Our driver was telling me he was going to wash one of our friends' cars the other day, and it was just starting to rain. I attempted to tell him maybe he wouldn't have to wash the car if it kept raining. What came out probably translated to "Maybe car Mr. Steve that no wash if tomorrow rain later yes?!" He laughed, but I don't know if it was because the bule was speaking Bahasa Idiot instead of Bahasa Indonesia, or because he's just a very polite man.
October
I am not afraid. Before we come home, whether for the summer or for good, we will go to Bali again. We will wander the streets, visit the shops and eat in the restaurants. We will smile and chat with the shopkeepers we know. They will, as is the polite Indonesian way, thank us profusely for coming and apologize in case we are worried about bombs. Those are Indonesian people, you understand, not the extremists who are hell-bent on destruction and death. People who kill and destroy belong to no one.
November
It's so easy to forget small miracles like snowflakes. It's much easier to look at the mess we've made of our planet and the horrors mankind continues to visit upon itself. It's easier to start to lose hope or to grow cynical. Then a child sees God in a snowflake and I'm reminded to be thankful, infinitely thankful, for small wonders-because they're everywhere.
December
For God so loved the world... Love. That, above all else, is what Christmas is about. Not sale ads. Not lights. Not trees. Not tinsel and parties and presents. Christmas is about love-a love so pure and glorious and divinely gracious that we can't even begin to fully understand it.
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