Fun Skype Chat

I was able to purchase a Skype call for my daughter from one of her favorite bands. Blood on the Dance Floor members are awesome. Fallon is lovely and charming; Dahvie is friendly and funny.

My daughter saw Dahvie before in concert, and I remember one thing he said. “You didn’t come here to be judged.” He was able to draw people together and give everyone a sense of belonging. All of us need to find our tribe, right?

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Onward to D. C.

Somewhere close to lunch on the last teacher workday (LAST TEACHER WORK DAY!!!!), I left to take the dogs to Koko’s Palace, pick up Ysabela and our “personal bags” and head to the airport.  When I refer to “personal bags,” what I really want to say is that we each carried a large tote that held our clothes for the weekend.  My bag even had room for my purse.  That saved me money since there’s a charge for a carry-on or checked bag.  Only a personal bag flies with me free—if it fits under the seat.  We all know clothes can be mushed, and mush we did.  🙂  We made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare.  I was a bit nervous since I had received an email advising me to arrive three hours early for domestic travel due to long security lines.

Bela and I took the red-eye and arrived in Washington, D. C., right before five in the morning.  I will admit to sleeping—and most likely snoring—all the way.  I am not ashamed.  In my defense, I did warn my flight neighbor.  He didn’t have a problem with it.  Bela later informed me that he and I were doing some duet snore harmony.

I had downloaded the Uber app prior to leaving home, so I thought transport would be easily arranged.  HA!  Airport Internet could be a bit better.  After almost half an hour of “loading” on my cell phone, I was done.  My last resort was to call my hostess, Martha.  She was already awake (thankfully) and came to pick us up within the hour.

We were welcomed at the apartment building by Martha’s neighbor, Mr. Ali.  He’s a delightful person who made me a cup of coffee when I was there last year.  Coffee friends are forever friends.  Ysabela and I managed to get settled in enough to take a nap.  Martha set the clock to make sure we’d be ready to get to the venue by the appointed time.

Didn’t I tell you what we were doing there?  Oh, dear!  Sorry about the oversight!  We were there to present student films for the American History Film Project!  I attended last year with one of my students; sadly, none were able to come this year except for my daughter (who also did a film).

This year’s venue was lovely.  The curator at Blenheim was so gracious and generous.  Ysabela and I even got to take a tour of the place before our presentations began!  We were made to feel so welcome that I hated to leave at the end.

It has been so encouraging to see Martha’s dream grow.  There were more films presented (and more states represented) this year than last.  Our in-person audience also doubled!  Local school board members were in attendance, and they took an active part by asking insightful questions after each film.  Ysabela did a fine job, as did the other students.  Several young film makers joined us via Skype to answer questions.  Technology is great!

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For more information (and to see the films) head on over to the Facebook page (link below), give it a “like” and do some browsing!  Please share it with your friends as well.  I’ll blog more about it all in a day or two!  Stay tuned!

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Missing Mexico

Wow. Today was pretty darn good! Just being Friday (which means early release) put today a step above the rest. One class had an all-time best for vocabulary, so they got to play basketball for almost 20 glorious minutes. How does it get better than that? My small Spanish class of seventh graders had an even better time. We were lucky enough to Skype with one of my former bosses in Mexico. (Mrs. Cochran made it possible with the camera and microphone.)

The kids loved chatting with Joe, and so did I. After the call ended, though, I felt an unexpected moment of sadness. Just seeing the familiar buildings and faces made me realize how much I miss being there. I remembered everything…..the banana tree in the back patio, the classrooms, the street in front of the school. Simply describing things to my students is just not enough. They need to SEE it all. The entire class is willing to visit Joe and check out life in Mexico.

The kids learned that Joe has been in Merida for the last 20 years. He owns and operates the American English Center. According to Joe, more students study at his school than before. It’s good to know his business is growing. Joe’s a top-notch boss as well as a great friend. His home state (Texas) should be proud of him. At least I’m sure he’ll go down in history with my young students.

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