I believe my mantra for the year was to play and be authentic. I do believe that I am sticking with this as closely as I can. But, on the plane trip home today, I watched a movie that I have been avoiding for some reason. Eat, Pray, Love. I know I read it in bookclub (well almost all of it) and at that time, I found it too spiritual and I was unable to connect with it.
As you all know my life changes and suddenly I connect with it. I decided to give the movie a chance and I am sure I almost turned it off 10 times within the first 45 minutes. It was too close to home in many ways, and I felt like I wasn't ready to deal with those feelings and thoughts. I know my journey is about me dealing with those thoughts and feelings, but living in denile has been working too. As I contiued to watch, I told myself that I would turn it off before the end, as I don't want to know good or bad what happens. My end to my movie hasn't happened yet and I don't want to get any false hopes or potentially see any more sadness come my way. I am not saying I am the lady in the movie by any stretch of the matter, but I did relate to some of the experiences that she faced, minus the spiritual meditation stuff. If you have seen the movie then you will understand when I say "I am a women in search for a word". A word that describes me, my journey, my process. I don't have it yet, but am working on it!
Having had the opportunity to go home for a week, really solidified for me the need to be here in England still. I was feeling not ready to be home. It could have a lot to do with the realization that holy sh** I have a lot to take care of when I get back. It dawned on me that this year of running away from so much drama has begun to change me in small ways. It just doesn't seem like I have reached the full circle quite yet to be ready to come home. (Who knows, this may never happen).
For some of you, I unfortunately didn't get to see you during my whirlwind visit. Please know that I did not intentionally skip anyone. I had no thoughts of going home before the year was up, it wasn't until my brother decided that it was cheaper to fly me home than for him to fly here. My brother gave me the opportunity to come home and surprise my family and friends. There are no words to express the gratitude I have for him giving me this gift!
I am not sure if you have ever pulled off total surprises before, but I hadn't really until this past week. After arriving in Calgary on Wednesday afternoon, I was able to meet up with my friend who I travelled to Italy with. We spent the evening out at my brother and cousin's place. I got my first taste of the new Kinect for Xbox. Wow, that is crackin! I enjoyed making a fool out of myself and watching others do the same. We didn't go to bed till around 330. A good 30 hours of awakeness for me. After 5 long hours of sleep we headed out to my dad's place. I thought surely on an 8 hour drive I would get some sleep, but no, not even a head nod (which for me is very unusal).
We pulled into my dad's place, I walked in towards his office. I heard him in the kitchen, I took out my camera and walked in saying hello! It was great, jaw drop total surprise! Then to surprise Corona, he was the one I was most worried about. But, of course he knew who I was. Jumping, yelping and trying to give me kisses; all the while trying to show me this ham bone he had just been given. (I am pretty sure one of my strict rules was for Corona not to get people food). I guess ham bones win out over getting too excited to see your mom after 7 months. Corona gave me the snub for a little while, but into the evening he began to warm up to me and then like old times not leave my sight. We had a great night visiting, some of my friends came out for a drink. They continually bugged me about having an accent. Which I totally do not! Another late night! The next couple of days at dads was great. Between the food which I missed; chicken wings, fries, liberty burgers and the drinks that I missed; paralyzers, grape sour puss and Canadian Rye, I got my fill of both. I defintaly took advantage of my time there. It was sad to have to leave on the Sunday, as Corona began to whine. I assured him though that I would see him in only a few months.
Next surprise was mom. I was timid walking up to the door. Rod answered and said mom still didn't know. So he called her up the stairs and there I was at the top. She looked like she was seeing things. When I got to the bottom of the stairs she was in tears as she hugged me. I love surprises!
While being back in Medicine Hat, I was able to go to the school where I took a leave from. I surprised many people there and got some great picutures. I was moved when I went to my old class and saw the students. They look great and they seemed geniunely happy to see me. Having the chance to go out for a couple of drinks with some great friends allowed me to soak in some of the love that I had been missing while being here. I am very fortunate to have such a great circle of friends. They play a huge roll in my decision to come back to the Hat by the end of June.
I was honoured when I was asked to be a godmother. For some this isn't all that big of a deal, but for me it is huge. I have a fantastic relationship with my own godmother. Many memories from banana pancakes, going to Calaway Park, watching 2 movies at the theatre on New Year's eve to now enjoying a glass of wine on the deck visiting. My godmother has always been an inspiration to me and I only hope I can be the same to this little one. On another level, it may be the mother role that I have been unable to play. Instead of me continuing to search to fill this hole in my life, maybe this is the "mom" that I was meant to be. It is hard for me to express my appreciation to my friend for asking me to do this, but I know I will do everything I can to make sure that each day she knows how much I appreciate her and her precious daughter!
So back to Thame, time is ticking away. Only a few months, with so many things to do and places to see I have a sick sense that it is going to whiz by.
Thank you to all that made my home visit so meaningful! And I again apoligize to those that I didn't get to see.
Love you all!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Life Update
Now that I am done bragging about my holidays, I can go into more detail of what has been happening with me. Just for you who want to know more.
My last week at work was hard. Up and down feelings about leaving. I wasn't able to tell the students until Thursday before the end of the day, so it was hard to keep it a secret. I must admit the reaction I got from a few of the boys was just what I needed. It showed me that I did make a difference and that I did have their respect. Friday started with the boys taping me to a chair and chanting that I wasn't allowed to leave. The hugs I got through out the day were so meaningful. I was pleased to end on a positive note. I receieved some great messages from some of the parents expressing their gratitude to me and letting me know their son would miss me. I was deeply touched. At the end of the day, each of the boys gave me a hug (even the one who I had a mishap with). So I can walk away from this challenge feeling satisfied and proud of myself.
My special visitor came and we had a great time together. It didn't go all as planned as it was decided that we are better off as friends. A little hiccup along my journey, but I know that it won't be my last.
As I am sitting here at 12:30 in my pj's on a Monday, I am feeling pretty good. The sun is out and I am happy that I am still here. I am hoping to get some subbing in to give me some income to pay the bills. My plan is to enjoy the next few months before I am home to reality. It looks like I will be making my way back home in June. I am looking forward to it and know that it will come fast. I still have a few more places to explore before then. I promise to keep you all up to date and informed on any next adventures.
I did have my first proper Sunday roast here, it only took me 6 months to have it. Yummy!
My last week at work was hard. Up and down feelings about leaving. I wasn't able to tell the students until Thursday before the end of the day, so it was hard to keep it a secret. I must admit the reaction I got from a few of the boys was just what I needed. It showed me that I did make a difference and that I did have their respect. Friday started with the boys taping me to a chair and chanting that I wasn't allowed to leave. The hugs I got through out the day were so meaningful. I was pleased to end on a positive note. I receieved some great messages from some of the parents expressing their gratitude to me and letting me know their son would miss me. I was deeply touched. At the end of the day, each of the boys gave me a hug (even the one who I had a mishap with). So I can walk away from this challenge feeling satisfied and proud of myself.
My special visitor came and we had a great time together. It didn't go all as planned as it was decided that we are better off as friends. A little hiccup along my journey, but I know that it won't be my last.
As I am sitting here at 12:30 in my pj's on a Monday, I am feeling pretty good. The sun is out and I am happy that I am still here. I am hoping to get some subbing in to give me some income to pay the bills. My plan is to enjoy the next few months before I am home to reality. It looks like I will be making my way back home in June. I am looking forward to it and know that it will come fast. I still have a few more places to explore before then. I promise to keep you all up to date and informed on any next adventures.
I did have my first proper Sunday roast here, it only took me 6 months to have it. Yummy!
Malta and Ireland, ticked off my list of places to see!
Back from holiday! I was fortunate enough to venture to both Malta and Ireland for two weeks. Two very different places, with two different experiences.
I was so pumped to go to Malta to get a little sun, and put away my umbrella. Shorts, bathing suit and sandals packed. Shorts, bathing suit and sandals never left my suitcase! I am glad that I packed for two different climates. Because I was able to wear my warm clothes for Ireland in Malta. I did see the sun for periods of time, and when it was out it was warm. But it rained and was so windy that I wore a coat, scarf and yes even my mitts for a lot of it. It doesn't help either when places don't have heating because it typically doesn't get cold enough for heat. So I froze for almost 6 days straight.
Malta itself is a very nice island, with tons of history. The fortresses that surround the capital Valetta were amazing. The Mediterranean sea did not disappoint, it was so clear, blue and absolutely breathtaking. If it wasn't for the massive waves due to the unsettled weather, I would have loved to get lost in the water for awhile. The many bays on the island were filled with fishing boast, sailboats and a few much bigger ships (Like David Beckham's Yacht). Malta is a melting pot of cultures and so there are many different languages spoken. Every one is taught English in school so it was very easy to communicate with the locals. The nightlife in Malta I can only imagine in the warmer months would be hopping, as many of the clubs were not fully running during this off season. I did manage to find some great pubs that were reasonably priced. Each meal I had was great, except for the first meal at the hotel. I had a lobster ravioli, and well it tasted like I was brushing my teeth. I went on two tours, one was around the coast line of Malta. Wow! So beautiful! (You will have to see some of the pictures) and the other tour was to the Island of Gozo. The ferry ride over was extremely rocky, but I managed to keep my breakfast down. This island was a lot calmer than Malta, and had some breathtaking views. It is a shame that the weather wasn't all that great this day as it made it hard to want to tour all the things that were on the trip. I am not convinced that I would return to Malta again, unless it was during the hot months and all that was on the agenda was eating, drinking and suntanning.
Ireland on the other hand, well, I am pretty sure I could live there! I loved it! It could have to do with the obsession I have now developed for the Irish accent. I couldn't get enough of hearing it. I think the weather gods got messed up because the weather in Ireland was a lot better than it was in Malta. Not hot, but beautifully sunny with no wind and no RAIN!!!!!! I went less times without my coat here! Dublin itself is similar to all big cities. It is busy with tons of traffic and extremely crowded sidewalks. But, it was all good, if I could hear people talk. Not that I understood them half the time, but it was great all the same. The first day seemed like a perfect day to go to the Guinness Storehouse. What an amazing operation, and huge! A little sample in the middle of the tour and then a free pint at the end. I have now become a Guinness fan! The bar at the top offers a 360 degree view of Dublin and with the sun being out, it was great. The technique of pouring a perfect Guinness was strictly followed and was finished off with a clover leaf in the foam. So cute! For the next two days, I enjoyed the hop on hop off bus service. It took and hour and half to go all the way around. I was able to see all the sights that I was interested in first before stopping off. From Christ Church Cathedral to Jameson Whisky Distillery, I can honestly say I made my way around Dublin. The hotel I stayed in offered nightly Irish entertainment, including Irish dancers. It was great to sit back and enjoy a show at the end of a long day. The only downfall to Dublin was how expensive it was. I just about fell out of my chair when I was charged 14 euros for two drinks! This of course was in the most expensive touring spot called Temple Bar. It was at least 11 euros in the less touristy areas. My favourite was the day tour I took through the Wicklow hills and through the Glendalough lakes. Pictures can not describe the beauty of some of these sights. It did remind me of how fortunate I am to live close to the Rockies and to not take for granted the beauty of the scenery there. I felt so blessed though to be in a different place of the world and have the opportunity to admire its greatness.
There are never enough words to describe in detail all that I saw in Malta and in Ireland. I am glad that I am keeping a journal of the things I experience. It is unfortunate that I can't share everything with you, but hopefully through my blog and pictures on facebook you can get a small glimpse of how lucky I have been to travel.
I was so pumped to go to Malta to get a little sun, and put away my umbrella. Shorts, bathing suit and sandals packed. Shorts, bathing suit and sandals never left my suitcase! I am glad that I packed for two different climates. Because I was able to wear my warm clothes for Ireland in Malta. I did see the sun for periods of time, and when it was out it was warm. But it rained and was so windy that I wore a coat, scarf and yes even my mitts for a lot of it. It doesn't help either when places don't have heating because it typically doesn't get cold enough for heat. So I froze for almost 6 days straight.
Malta itself is a very nice island, with tons of history. The fortresses that surround the capital Valetta were amazing. The Mediterranean sea did not disappoint, it was so clear, blue and absolutely breathtaking. If it wasn't for the massive waves due to the unsettled weather, I would have loved to get lost in the water for awhile. The many bays on the island were filled with fishing boast, sailboats and a few much bigger ships (Like David Beckham's Yacht). Malta is a melting pot of cultures and so there are many different languages spoken. Every one is taught English in school so it was very easy to communicate with the locals. The nightlife in Malta I can only imagine in the warmer months would be hopping, as many of the clubs were not fully running during this off season. I did manage to find some great pubs that were reasonably priced. Each meal I had was great, except for the first meal at the hotel. I had a lobster ravioli, and well it tasted like I was brushing my teeth. I went on two tours, one was around the coast line of Malta. Wow! So beautiful! (You will have to see some of the pictures) and the other tour was to the Island of Gozo. The ferry ride over was extremely rocky, but I managed to keep my breakfast down. This island was a lot calmer than Malta, and had some breathtaking views. It is a shame that the weather wasn't all that great this day as it made it hard to want to tour all the things that were on the trip. I am not convinced that I would return to Malta again, unless it was during the hot months and all that was on the agenda was eating, drinking and suntanning.
Ireland on the other hand, well, I am pretty sure I could live there! I loved it! It could have to do with the obsession I have now developed for the Irish accent. I couldn't get enough of hearing it. I think the weather gods got messed up because the weather in Ireland was a lot better than it was in Malta. Not hot, but beautifully sunny with no wind and no RAIN!!!!!! I went less times without my coat here! Dublin itself is similar to all big cities. It is busy with tons of traffic and extremely crowded sidewalks. But, it was all good, if I could hear people talk. Not that I understood them half the time, but it was great all the same. The first day seemed like a perfect day to go to the Guinness Storehouse. What an amazing operation, and huge! A little sample in the middle of the tour and then a free pint at the end. I have now become a Guinness fan! The bar at the top offers a 360 degree view of Dublin and with the sun being out, it was great. The technique of pouring a perfect Guinness was strictly followed and was finished off with a clover leaf in the foam. So cute! For the next two days, I enjoyed the hop on hop off bus service. It took and hour and half to go all the way around. I was able to see all the sights that I was interested in first before stopping off. From Christ Church Cathedral to Jameson Whisky Distillery, I can honestly say I made my way around Dublin. The hotel I stayed in offered nightly Irish entertainment, including Irish dancers. It was great to sit back and enjoy a show at the end of a long day. The only downfall to Dublin was how expensive it was. I just about fell out of my chair when I was charged 14 euros for two drinks! This of course was in the most expensive touring spot called Temple Bar. It was at least 11 euros in the less touristy areas. My favourite was the day tour I took through the Wicklow hills and through the Glendalough lakes. Pictures can not describe the beauty of some of these sights. It did remind me of how fortunate I am to live close to the Rockies and to not take for granted the beauty of the scenery there. I felt so blessed though to be in a different place of the world and have the opportunity to admire its greatness.
There are never enough words to describe in detail all that I saw in Malta and in Ireland. I am glad that I am keeping a journal of the things I experience. It is unfortunate that I can't share everything with you, but hopefully through my blog and pictures on facebook you can get a small glimpse of how lucky I have been to travel.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
If it is broke fix it!
It was broke and I needed to fix it! I decided that the whole point of this journey was for me to look after me and to do things that made me happy.
I have spent countless hours and tears trying to decide what to do. It is hard for me as many of you know to make a change like this. It is my stubborn personality that stands in my way. But at the end of the day, the people back home gave me the advice I needed to help in my decision. They offered me the support that I wasn't receiving here so I could see that it is okay to make changes such as these. So.... I resigned from my teaching job!
There was more to my reasons as to why I wanted to leave than just the assault. I will be happy to share these with you when I am home and we can talk face to face. I can't post everything on the blog.
For the first time in 10 years I am without a job. I can't believe it. My last day of work is the 18th of February. I feel fantastic about my decision! It is like a weight has been lifted. Don't get me wrong, there were some great moments at this school. But to come home day in and day out after some of the abuse and not have a shoulder to cry on, got a little too hard. I need something a little more light hearted and easy for the remainder of time that I am here.
Yes, my plan is to stay at least till June. I am not ready to come home yet. It is a matter of finding something to pay my bills and allow for a little more travel. I feel I need to experience more and gain a greater appreciation for the things I miss at home.
Just think about it in this way too, I will now have new things to share on my blog. I have to keep you all interested, don't I?
I have spent countless hours and tears trying to decide what to do. It is hard for me as many of you know to make a change like this. It is my stubborn personality that stands in my way. But at the end of the day, the people back home gave me the advice I needed to help in my decision. They offered me the support that I wasn't receiving here so I could see that it is okay to make changes such as these. So.... I resigned from my teaching job!
There was more to my reasons as to why I wanted to leave than just the assault. I will be happy to share these with you when I am home and we can talk face to face. I can't post everything on the blog.
For the first time in 10 years I am without a job. I can't believe it. My last day of work is the 18th of February. I feel fantastic about my decision! It is like a weight has been lifted. Don't get me wrong, there were some great moments at this school. But to come home day in and day out after some of the abuse and not have a shoulder to cry on, got a little too hard. I need something a little more light hearted and easy for the remainder of time that I am here.
Yes, my plan is to stay at least till June. I am not ready to come home yet. It is a matter of finding something to pay my bills and allow for a little more travel. I feel I need to experience more and gain a greater appreciation for the things I miss at home.
Just think about it in this way too, I will now have new things to share on my blog. I have to keep you all interested, don't I?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dilemma
I know I am suppose to be adding a blog about my Christmas holidays, but I have a dilemma. (The Christmas one has been started, but is not as important right now).
What to do? At what point does a person sit back and say it is only a job and I am a person with feelings and can be greatly affected by the actions of others. This has been my issue for ever, I am always willing to do what others want me to do so that I don't make or cause any ruffles. I figured that this experience would hopefully help me deal with this and help me become stronger in doing things that I want to do. I do think that this is happening. But a wrench has been thrown in and a decision has to be made that makes me choose between the teacher part of me and the me part of me. I have to decide which one is the most important. I know the answer to that, but really it isn't that easy.
We all know that the job I am in has not been a cake walk. The children at this school have some major issues, and I have had many worrisome moments. But Friday tipped the iceberg. It just goes to show that a person can never get to comfortable in a position like this. I thought things were going really well, minus the few hiccups I was confident in the relationship I had built with each student. But, being punched in the face deliberately, causing a fat lip and bruising in and around my mouth, put me right back to square one.
So here are the dilemmas, what to do:
1. Go back to work and insist the boy be removed from my class
2. Press charges on the boy (this is the second teacher he has assaulted), in attempt to teach him that it is not alright to do this and that his actions will result in consequences. (of course this is not what the school would want me to do)
3. Leave it, and find a mindless job for the next 6 months. So that I can have fun for the last part of my journey, take a break from teaching and really fulfill part of why I am here. To travel.
4. Go home
I am not sure how I am going to be at work on Weds when this boy comes back into my class. How do you interact with someone who you thought you had a relationship with? What do I do when I ask him to do something and he refuses?
I am soooooooo lost and alone. Magic answer fairy please shine down on me!
What to do? At what point does a person sit back and say it is only a job and I am a person with feelings and can be greatly affected by the actions of others. This has been my issue for ever, I am always willing to do what others want me to do so that I don't make or cause any ruffles. I figured that this experience would hopefully help me deal with this and help me become stronger in doing things that I want to do. I do think that this is happening. But a wrench has been thrown in and a decision has to be made that makes me choose between the teacher part of me and the me part of me. I have to decide which one is the most important. I know the answer to that, but really it isn't that easy.
We all know that the job I am in has not been a cake walk. The children at this school have some major issues, and I have had many worrisome moments. But Friday tipped the iceberg. It just goes to show that a person can never get to comfortable in a position like this. I thought things were going really well, minus the few hiccups I was confident in the relationship I had built with each student. But, being punched in the face deliberately, causing a fat lip and bruising in and around my mouth, put me right back to square one.
So here are the dilemmas, what to do:
1. Go back to work and insist the boy be removed from my class
2. Press charges on the boy (this is the second teacher he has assaulted), in attempt to teach him that it is not alright to do this and that his actions will result in consequences. (of course this is not what the school would want me to do)
3. Leave it, and find a mindless job for the next 6 months. So that I can have fun for the last part of my journey, take a break from teaching and really fulfill part of why I am here. To travel.
4. Go home
I am not sure how I am going to be at work on Weds when this boy comes back into my class. How do you interact with someone who you thought you had a relationship with? What do I do when I ask him to do something and he refuses?
I am soooooooo lost and alone. Magic answer fairy please shine down on me!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Holidays have come and gone!
I have been meaning to blog about my holidays, but I have to be in the mood to write. And since I decided I wasn't going to drink for the month of January, well I haven't been in the mood. My writing always seems to be a bit wittier when I am enjoying a glass of red wine. So if this one is really boring I apologize in advance, there is no wine in my system.
I have to start with the last day of work before the break. I had a fabulous time with the boys. Because I didn't really have to buy gifts for anyone and some of my students wouldn't be having much of a Christmas I decided to spoil them a bit. We played games that insured that each child received a prize, we made pizzas, watched a movie and then we opened presents. It was fantastic to see even my hardest kid surprised when he opened his remote control car. As I said good-bye to them I asked each one for a hug. Typically getting one from all my boys except for my tough one. But, on that day he hugged me! To me that has given me more reason to want to stay and finish the year out.
Wouldn't you know though, that it decided to snow heavily for about an hour in the morning, making the roads a little more slippery. Thinking that the boys taxis would come early so the boys could get home safely in case more snow came, was not what happened. All the boys left between 1/2 hour to 45 minutes later than the scheduled time of 1. I know I just said we had a wonderful day, but I still wanted to ship them home so my holiday could start. Plus, I knew that my dad would be arriving in my town soon and I was anxious to get on my way home. As a staff we were given permission to leave early this day, so I headed to the bus, (wearing these new shoes that don't require socks; it wasn't suppose to snow). I stood at the stop and waited and then waited some more. After 40 minutes and two buses well over due. I was frozen, the top part of my feet that were bare were all red and they were beginning to sting. I decided that the buses may have stopped running due to the snow (pathetic, I know) so I started walking to the nearest town 3 kms away. By this time, I was so cold my insides were shaking and well I couldn't tell I was walking on my feet. I reached the gas station to call for a taxi. The very busy taxi because of the "poor" road conditions took 40 minutes. Thank goodness that the gas station lady let me warm up in her unheated office. What normally takes 30 minutes, including the walk to and from the bus stop took well over two hours to make it home . It was a good thing that I had directed my dad directly to one of the pubs. It was so great seeing him sitting there when I arrived. I could have hugged him for hours.
We lugged his extremely heavy suitcase home, where I got to uncover all of my yummy treasures. Cheez Whix, a case of Kraft Dinner, Ranch dressing, a litre bottle of red hot, peanut butter, Lipton chicken noodle soup, Rootbeer (I promised my students they could try it), a bottle of grape sour puss, a bottle of baileys, and 3 bottles of rye. (Do you now understand why I am not drinking for the month). Too my surprise dad was able to bring some of his clothes.
A night out on the town with dad. We went for a nice supper and had a wonderful visit and then we went back to the pub and then to another pub and then stumbled home. All fun and games until we had to wake up because we were heading to London the next day. I am sure most of you heard on the news about all of the snow that the UK got, well that was the day we decided to go into the city. A normal 50 minute trip took us 6 hours. The worst part of it was that I was off by a day, we weren't flying to Scotland til Monday, not Sunday. So once in London we had to find a hotel room for the extra night we were there for. Because people here are not prepared for the snow (why I don't know, it happens every year) the sidewalks were a mess, no tubes were running and trying to take a taxi was a nightmare.
The bonus day in London due to my stupidity turned out to be great. Dad had wanted to see the Tower of London and this extra day gave us this time. But, we had to do it with the suitcase. If you have ever been to the Tower you will know how many stairs there are in the various buildings. I had the privilege of carrying the suitcase up and down all of the stairs. It was still worth it, the Tower was amazing. I really enjoyed seeing the Crown Jewels. After the tower we had to make our way to Gatwick because that is where our flight was leaving from early in the morning. The hotel we were staying in was packed, because there had been so many cancelled flights, both dad and I were hoping that our flight was going to still go.
We woke up early to make it to the airport 2 hours before flight. Thank goodness we did, it was packed. It took us and hour and half to just check in and go through security. Our flight was only delayed about 3 hours, which isn't nearly as horrible as been stranded in Heathrow for two days as some people were. A nice short flight and we were in Edinburgh, Scotland! We were able to catch a city bus into the centre of town. When we got off the bus, I realized that I was not as prepared for this trip as I was for my Italy trip. I looked at dad and was like I have no idea where we are going. Funny, but frustrating to me that I was so unorganized. We took a taxi to our hotel, and of course it was like 3 pounds, because the hotel was within walking distance from where we left. But, I didn't know. Anyways, our hotel was at one time an old bank, so it had a lot of character. The lobby was a pub, which of course suited both dad and I just fine. Our room was perfect for what we were going to need it for. Our first day in Scotland and it was really cold, so what else is there to do but go on a pub crawl. We went up and down the Royal Mile and stopped at a few watering holes. I enjoyed several glasses of mulled wine. I even tried a dark beer that tasted like chocolate. Dad and I had a simple meal for supper. the entire day was great, our conversation never got boring and we really enjoyed one another's company. We ended the night in the hotel's pub. We talked with some of the locals, enjoying the accents and sometimes laughing because we really had no clue what they were saying. Dad went to bed first and well me being such a social being I stayed up until 3, I think, meaning I had a good night!
I have to start with the last day of work before the break. I had a fabulous time with the boys. Because I didn't really have to buy gifts for anyone and some of my students wouldn't be having much of a Christmas I decided to spoil them a bit. We played games that insured that each child received a prize, we made pizzas, watched a movie and then we opened presents. It was fantastic to see even my hardest kid surprised when he opened his remote control car. As I said good-bye to them I asked each one for a hug. Typically getting one from all my boys except for my tough one. But, on that day he hugged me! To me that has given me more reason to want to stay and finish the year out.
Wouldn't you know though, that it decided to snow heavily for about an hour in the morning, making the roads a little more slippery. Thinking that the boys taxis would come early so the boys could get home safely in case more snow came, was not what happened. All the boys left between 1/2 hour to 45 minutes later than the scheduled time of 1. I know I just said we had a wonderful day, but I still wanted to ship them home so my holiday could start. Plus, I knew that my dad would be arriving in my town soon and I was anxious to get on my way home. As a staff we were given permission to leave early this day, so I headed to the bus, (wearing these new shoes that don't require socks; it wasn't suppose to snow). I stood at the stop and waited and then waited some more. After 40 minutes and two buses well over due. I was frozen, the top part of my feet that were bare were all red and they were beginning to sting. I decided that the buses may have stopped running due to the snow (pathetic, I know) so I started walking to the nearest town 3 kms away. By this time, I was so cold my insides were shaking and well I couldn't tell I was walking on my feet. I reached the gas station to call for a taxi. The very busy taxi because of the "poor" road conditions took 40 minutes. Thank goodness that the gas station lady let me warm up in her unheated office. What normally takes 30 minutes, including the walk to and from the bus stop took well over two hours to make it home . It was a good thing that I had directed my dad directly to one of the pubs. It was so great seeing him sitting there when I arrived. I could have hugged him for hours.
We lugged his extremely heavy suitcase home, where I got to uncover all of my yummy treasures. Cheez Whix, a case of Kraft Dinner, Ranch dressing, a litre bottle of red hot, peanut butter, Lipton chicken noodle soup, Rootbeer (I promised my students they could try it), a bottle of grape sour puss, a bottle of baileys, and 3 bottles of rye. (Do you now understand why I am not drinking for the month). Too my surprise dad was able to bring some of his clothes.
A night out on the town with dad. We went for a nice supper and had a wonderful visit and then we went back to the pub and then to another pub and then stumbled home. All fun and games until we had to wake up because we were heading to London the next day. I am sure most of you heard on the news about all of the snow that the UK got, well that was the day we decided to go into the city. A normal 50 minute trip took us 6 hours. The worst part of it was that I was off by a day, we weren't flying to Scotland til Monday, not Sunday. So once in London we had to find a hotel room for the extra night we were there for. Because people here are not prepared for the snow (why I don't know, it happens every year) the sidewalks were a mess, no tubes were running and trying to take a taxi was a nightmare.
The bonus day in London due to my stupidity turned out to be great. Dad had wanted to see the Tower of London and this extra day gave us this time. But, we had to do it with the suitcase. If you have ever been to the Tower you will know how many stairs there are in the various buildings. I had the privilege of carrying the suitcase up and down all of the stairs. It was still worth it, the Tower was amazing. I really enjoyed seeing the Crown Jewels. After the tower we had to make our way to Gatwick because that is where our flight was leaving from early in the morning. The hotel we were staying in was packed, because there had been so many cancelled flights, both dad and I were hoping that our flight was going to still go.
We woke up early to make it to the airport 2 hours before flight. Thank goodness we did, it was packed. It took us and hour and half to just check in and go through security. Our flight was only delayed about 3 hours, which isn't nearly as horrible as been stranded in Heathrow for two days as some people were. A nice short flight and we were in Edinburgh, Scotland! We were able to catch a city bus into the centre of town. When we got off the bus, I realized that I was not as prepared for this trip as I was for my Italy trip. I looked at dad and was like I have no idea where we are going. Funny, but frustrating to me that I was so unorganized. We took a taxi to our hotel, and of course it was like 3 pounds, because the hotel was within walking distance from where we left. But, I didn't know. Anyways, our hotel was at one time an old bank, so it had a lot of character. The lobby was a pub, which of course suited both dad and I just fine. Our room was perfect for what we were going to need it for. Our first day in Scotland and it was really cold, so what else is there to do but go on a pub crawl. We went up and down the Royal Mile and stopped at a few watering holes. I enjoyed several glasses of mulled wine. I even tried a dark beer that tasted like chocolate. Dad and I had a simple meal for supper. the entire day was great, our conversation never got boring and we really enjoyed one another's company. We ended the night in the hotel's pub. We talked with some of the locals, enjoying the accents and sometimes laughing because we really had no clue what they were saying. Dad went to bed first and well me being such a social being I stayed up until 3, I think, meaning I had a good night!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Christmas is nearly here!
Except it doesn't feel like Christmas at all. I have no decorations up, there is no snow, I haven't really bought any gifts. You could tell me it was February and I would believe you.
I am so grateful that my dad will be arriving here in just a few more days, it will be fantastic to see a familiar face. 7 weeks has been a long time since I have seen anyone from home. I am almost positive it might just be the longest amount of time I can survive without seeing a familiar face. I can't wait to see all of the groceries that he is bringing me too. I emailed him a list of things that I am having troubles living without. It is not like I want him to bring it all, after all I do want him to fit some clothes in the suitcase. (Although I did mention that there are clothes he could buy here to wear). My fingers are crossed for peanut butter, ranch dressing, rootbeer and at least a little taste of Canadian rye!
These last couple of weeks have been draining at work, not because of the students but because of the dynamics that can happen in a school of only 20 (give or take a few)staff. Most of which are female. Not really liking being back in high school, worrying about who is going to say what and to who. I really just want to go and teach, learn some new things and come away from this experience another year of teaching stronger with a wider array of behavioural management strategies. I know for a fact it will be nice to come home and be surrounded by people who genuinely love me, and who won't gossip about me behind my back. In an environment that at times can be so negative due to the behaviours, there isn't really room or need for other adults to add to the stress. Oh well, this two week break will allow me to distance myself from the gossip. Plus, I will have my dad here to believe in me.
Dad and I are off to Scotland for 4 days, and then we will spend Christmas Day in my flat. After dad leaves on the 27th, I am off to Belgium for the 28th. I will be in Belgium for New Year's. Wow, not many people I know can claim to have been there for New Year's!
I will obviously update the blog as I travel over the break!
I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Please make sure you give everyone lots of hugs, as I will be thinking of hugging all of you!
Miss You!
I am so grateful that my dad will be arriving here in just a few more days, it will be fantastic to see a familiar face. 7 weeks has been a long time since I have seen anyone from home. I am almost positive it might just be the longest amount of time I can survive without seeing a familiar face. I can't wait to see all of the groceries that he is bringing me too. I emailed him a list of things that I am having troubles living without. It is not like I want him to bring it all, after all I do want him to fit some clothes in the suitcase. (Although I did mention that there are clothes he could buy here to wear). My fingers are crossed for peanut butter, ranch dressing, rootbeer and at least a little taste of Canadian rye!
These last couple of weeks have been draining at work, not because of the students but because of the dynamics that can happen in a school of only 20 (give or take a few)staff. Most of which are female. Not really liking being back in high school, worrying about who is going to say what and to who. I really just want to go and teach, learn some new things and come away from this experience another year of teaching stronger with a wider array of behavioural management strategies. I know for a fact it will be nice to come home and be surrounded by people who genuinely love me, and who won't gossip about me behind my back. In an environment that at times can be so negative due to the behaviours, there isn't really room or need for other adults to add to the stress. Oh well, this two week break will allow me to distance myself from the gossip. Plus, I will have my dad here to believe in me.
Dad and I are off to Scotland for 4 days, and then we will spend Christmas Day in my flat. After dad leaves on the 27th, I am off to Belgium for the 28th. I will be in Belgium for New Year's. Wow, not many people I know can claim to have been there for New Year's!
I will obviously update the blog as I travel over the break!
I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Please make sure you give everyone lots of hugs, as I will be thinking of hugging all of you!
Miss You!
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